Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5489

Chapter 5489: Unknown! II

The crossing, in the end, gave them no trouble at all!

Perhaps that should have been comforting. The dark between Dimensions had offered nothing but its frothing quiet as no wakes rose to meet them, no attention pressed back against their own as the living vessel flowed along its chosen road until the road simply ended. Ahead, through the radiant stanchions of blue, gold, and crimson...the outer boundary of their destination resolved out of the boundless dark!

The outer weavings of this Dimension were unfathomably heavy.

Age pressed off of them in profound waves as even at the boundary, even before entry, the threads out here ran thicker and older than anything his Sight had ever read before! How old did something have to be before its edges alone felt like this? He had stood before THE Queen Regnant. He had felt THE Sealed One fill an entire sky. Neither of those weights had carried this particular texture of sheer ancientness!

And just as Ryaenara had said, entering an open Dimension was no issue at all as the boundary took hold of the vessel gently, and they began to be pulled in.

Noah breathed out.

What here would have a connection to him, if anything did? His Eye had chosen this door out of millions, across time itself as an Anchor was a promise to a possibility. So was he closing a loop in time right now? Was some deed of his already waiting in this place, aged and patient, recorded in a history he had not lived yet?! Would he find answers here, or only more questions?

He didn’t know.

"Let’s go!"

Without an ounce of fear or doubt, he proceeded in.

HUUM!

The passage was unlike the crossing that came before it as entering felt like falling through countless event horizons stacked one behind another, each threshold folding space differently than the last as their sense of time and distance came apart entirely somewhere in the middle of it all. Up became a memory. Duration became a rumor! The glorious vessel held as Ruination’s weave hummed through every stanchion, and then, all at once...they arrived.

BOOM!

They arrived into liquid!

A viscous, glowing fluid pressed in around all of them as it filled the curved space they had emerged into from wall to wall. And it did not wait politely at their skin! The fluid forced its way into their bodies, into their very existences as it pushed past defenses that had turned aside the authorities of Mesozoic Scale beings as if those defenses were mere suggestions.

Power did not matter to it. It entered THE Creature the same way it entered the Dora Shath’yar, utterly indifferent to the difference between them!

HUUM!

|A foreign authority has forcefully entered your existence. I attempted to bar it and was overruled.|

Noah fought it on instinct as his Intent rose, his Foundations bracing to expel the intrusion.

And then, an instant later, he stopped.

BOOM!

Because his existence was cheering.

There was no better word for it! His Foundations, every single one of them, turned toward the invading substance the way roots turn toward water as he felt them begin to advance. THE Tide hummed. THE Hunger woke ravenous! Even the sleeping eight stirred in their grades as through all of him ran a fervor his body had not even asked his mind’s permission for.

|Correction to my prior report, and happily so. The foreign matter is extremely conducive to growth. It is being integrated across every component of your existence at once. +10,000 Osmontian Biomass has been gained. +20,000 Osmontian Biomass has been gained. +20,000 Osmontian Biomass has been gained...The count is still climbing.|

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Prompts of majesty and wonder!

His existence buzzed with shock and fervor both as his eyes flashed with tyranny. If this place wanted to pour wealth into him uninvited, then he would stop being a passive recipient about it! Noah opened THE Hunger That Refines fully and began to actively devour the substance around him, drawing it in through skin and breath and existence alike!

They had been inside an egg!

|You have arrived in THE Krazhor-Nul. Its weavings sit before Vakochev’s Scales of Existence were ever born.|

|A caution, delivered with the welcome. This place is lethal as a matter of course. Anything that is not a True Lifeform will die here within minutes, unraveled by the same ambient density currently feeding you. The Dora Shath’yar and Amser Modred survive, for now, because they hatched within your Pantheon’s protection and stand inside its reach. I recommend they remain there.|

|The weavings of ancientness saturate everything here. And through all of it, prevalent past measuring, runs the aura of Those Who Remain.|

...!

Noah’s eyes were unfathomably bright!

Behind him, Ryaenara’s gaze had gone heavy, and then her composure simply failed her.

"Fuck... fuck! Osmont!"

She cursed him out as if he had personally murdered all of them.

Noah remained standing strong, egg residue and all. Because before anything else, before the nest and the name and even the aura of Those Who Remain...something in him had already begun to move!

|THE Tide That Owes Nothing has been triggered, Master, and Straif has finished settling just in time to answer it. You have given safe passage across Dimensions and Time itself, delivering a number of beings to an unfathomable place none of them could have reached alone. The Tide recognizes the carriage, the protection, and the arrival as one compound act of giving.|

|At C-Rank, Straif, the grade that sharpens and compels, the Tide’s returns now range from three thousand to twenty thousandfold, and it has gained the property of Sharpened Returns: boons no longer arrive merely as value, but honed toward what serves you most in the moment of payment.|

|Boons delivered. +75,000 Osmontian Biomass. Your rate of ambient absorption within this Dimension has been sharpened threefold, for you and for every being you carried. And one further return, shaped by where we now stand: a single thread of standing within THE Krazhor-Nul. You did not merely hatch as an inhabitant. As of this moment, the Dimension recognizes you as one born of its First Clutch, and I do not yet know what that title carries.|

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