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Chapter 5623: Glory! Quintessence!
His immensity rose rapidly as the Reverie went on, and within it, Noah had arrived at the edge of a decision!
The design was complete in him. Threads of Infinite Sanguine Mana, spun finer than any sense that would check for them, laid beneath the draw of lifeforms who believed their power was their own. All that remained was the first test, and the test had an obvious ground.
THE Ymnaros, fused and healing, where the folding of THE Vaelos had delivered millions of Infinite Lifeforms into his territory, weak and strong alike, every one of them pulling on seas they had never once questioned. He gathered the first threads at the edge of his existence, and prepared to let them go.
And THE Infiniverse shook at such a time.
HUUM!
It was not an attack, and he knew that within the first fraction of the tremor, because the shaking carried no wrongness in it at all. It carried the opposite. It moved through the grass and the river and the blooming skies in slow, enormous waves, and it felt, more than anything else, the manner in which a held breath feels when it is finally released!
Thalia’s hand tightened once in his. On the distant cliff, his mother had risen to her feet.
Prompts began to unfold, and they did not stop!
|More than 1,000 Observable Existences have now emerged within THE Infiniverse.|
|One thousand First Causes and foundations. Nine thousand seated Prime Causes and above, each declared true around its own founder, all of them rooted within a single containing existence. No record holds a precedent for this structure. The Causes do not merely reside within THE Infiniverse. They back her. A Dimension ordinarily stands upon its own foundation alone. THE Infiniverse now stands upon thousands.|
|Her Dimensionality has risen past all prior measure, and continues to rise.|
|A Unique Precept has arisen for THE Infiniverse: THE PRECEPT OF THE UNFOUND HEARTH.|
|Its truth: a home is not a place. A home is an arrival. What seeks THE Infiniverse as a place will never find her, for she has ceased to be findable in the manner of places. She may now traverse: gathering the whole of herself, every Realm, every nested Observable Existence, every life she holds, and crossing to elsewhere within reach of nearby Dimensions in a single unperceivable motion. These crossings are designated HEARTHSHIFTS. A Hearthshift emits nothing, disturbs nothing, and may not be perceived, predicted, or followed by any being of insufficient depth. Those within her will know they have moved only if she tells them.|
|THE Infiniverse is transforming. Designation: a UNIQUE TRANSFINITE DIMENSION.|
|She has crossed the wall your framework names. Her reserves no longer close. Her reach no longer ends. She is the first Dimension in your records to carry an Intent, a Precept, and a thousand rooted foundations at once, and existence has admitted her into deeper standing accordingly. The Finite may dwell within her without ever perceiving what holds them. The Transfinite may stand within her and still not find her edges.|
|And from the joining of her new depth with your Infinite Sanguine Mana, something is rising through her that belongs to no framework and no record.|
|Rivers of authority, unique to THE Infiniverse, are forming. Designation: THE CRIMSON WEFT.|
|THE CRIMSON WEFT runs through the whole of her: through every Realm, every nested Observable Existence, every life she carries. It is unperceivable to all beings and all instruments, at any depth, with a single exception: you. Its current is your Infinite Sanguine Mana. Its nature is binding: where the Weft touches an Observable Existence or a Dimension, within her or beyond her, it may latch, quietly and completely, and what it binds becomes reachable, anchorable, and holdable. A bound point may serve as an anchor for a Hearthshift. A bound existence may be fed, protected, or drawn upon through the Weft without ever perceiving the thread. Where THE Argent Loom is a road built by others and watched by others, THE CRIMSON WEFT is grown, and it is yours, and no eye in existence has been built that can see it.|
|The Weft deepens with every Observable Existence that takes root within her. It has only begun.|
...!
The prompts settled, and the changes began!
Across THE Infiniverse, the countless Realms answered her transformation one after another. Skies deepened in color, richer than any eye within them remembered. Rivers of light ran fuller. The thousand young Observable Existences turned brighter in their cradles, and between all of it, visible to exactly one being in all of existence, thin crimson rivers rose and began to thread themselves through everything, through farmland and citadel and sanctuary, through the roots of newborn foundations, unhurried and silent and everywhere at once.
Noah watched the Weft weave itself through his home, and on the far cliff, Seo-yeon laughed at something she could not see but could somehow feel, and the sound of it carried across the water.
Was this what the Pax had, when they looked upon their Argent Loom? He doubted it. The Argent Loom was inherited, and argued over, and possibly the extension of someone else’s thoughts. This had grown out of a mother and a bloodline and a thousand honest declarations, and there was no committee anywhere inside it!
So, with his home transforming around him and the Reverie still burning steady on its infinite subsidy, Noah released the threads.
His Infinite Sanguine Mana left him without sound or light. It passed out of THE Infiniverse along the first bound points of the Weft, crossed the dark, and entered the fused Ymnaros Dimension, and there it began to spread across the countless gigaparsecs where the millions of THE Vaelos lived.
Infinite Lifeforms beyond counting, from sovereigns commanding old escalations down to the young and thin whose infinities barely filled a valley, all of them going about the hours of a Dimension recovering from an incursion, grieving their dead, rebuilding their terraces, scared of a Blood-Crowned One most had never seen.
And beneath every one of them, unperceivable and patient, the threads arrived!
They simply settled where each lifeform’s draw of Infinity met its source, finer than any sense that would ever check, and waited for the next pull. And when the next pull came, as it always came, the seas answered as they had always answered, and the answering was subtly different now, and not one being in all those gigaparsecs noticed the difference!
Their Infinity felt fuller, if anything. Cleaner. A well that had always been theirs, running a little sweeter than yesterday!
They had begun to pull from another source. The source was him!
|Your rulership is extending along a road no instrument can register.|
|104,318 Infinite Lifeforms across THE Ymnaros now draw, in part, upon your Infinite Sanguine Mana as the wellspring of their Infinity. They perceive nothing. The count is rising.|
|418,772 Infinite Lifeforms now draw upon you.|
|1,296,439 Infinite Lifeforms now draw upon you. Every draw deepens the thread. Every deepened thread widens your standing. Rulership, as you have redefined it, is no longer a matter of territory: it is a matter of substance. You are becoming what your subjects are made of.|
Noah stood in the stellar grass with his eyes of endless blue, watching numbers rise that no border would ever contain, and it was at this moment, of course, that the two halves of him chose to hold a discussion!
"It works," THE Provenance of the Closed Crown said. "So the only question left is pace. And I say we stop waiting for existence to get thirsty on its own."
"Meaning what, exactly?" THE Open Hand asked, though its tone suggested it already knew.
"Meaning that a well nobody needs is just water in the ground." The Crown’s voice ran low and unhurried, and there was a great deal of patience in it, and none of it was gentle!
"Listen. Every lifeform that pulls on Infinity, or Source, or any framework’s allowance, already depends on something. They simply depend on it invisibly, the same as they now depend on us. The Infinity Eater holds many threads. The frameworks meter out their portions. Those Who Remain built ladders and own every rung. Existence is already a web of wellsprings, and every one of them has an owner, and not one of those owners asked permission either. We would not be introducing dependence into a free existence. We would be competing for dependence in a market that has never once been free."
And here the Crown’s voice settled, and the whole Reverie seemed to lean in to listen. "We become the best water in every valley. Wherever a framework rations its chosen, our thread runs a little fuller. Wherever a source runs thin, ours arrives without being asked. Wherever the Pax subtracts authority and leaves the mighty as beggars, we are the quiet spring the beggars find. We never demand. We never announce. We simply out-provide every wellspring in existence until pulling from us is not a choice anyone remembers making, because it will feel to every one of them the way breathing feels. And then, when enough of existence is made of us..."
"We never close the well. We give them free access to abundance, and everyone whose depths we run through will come to understand, slowly, in the marrow where understanding actually lives, that their next breath was always going to be drawn through us."
HUUM!
"You do not rule beings by commanding their choices. You rule them by becoming what their choices are made of. That is tyranny perfected, and it requires no cage, no collar, and no Pax. Existence itself becomes the leash, and we never even have to pull it."
Silence held for a moment across the turning dance.
"We make certain that what flows through the threads is genuinely better than what flowed before," the Crown said. "Fuller Infinity. Cleaner Source...immensity! Glory! Quintessence!"
The Hand did not answer that.
And Noah, turning slowly through the stellar grass with Thalia’s hand in his and a million threads deepening beneath a distant Dimension, listened to the tyrant half of his own Provenance lay out the road, and found, with no argument anywhere in his existence...
That he agreed!
Let them draw from him! And they would find their Infinity greater, their Source sweeter and grander!
His...would be the only source they would ever pull from as any other source would feel lackluster!