Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4285

Chapter 4285: Civilization! IV

Vulcan’s expression became somber, the jovial craftsman replaced by the ancient, weary philosopher.

He finished the Arbiter he was working on and started another, his movements now more methodical, less inspired.

"The chasm between us and them is not a distance to be crossed," he said, his voice a low, heavy rumble that seemed to carry the weight of all the failed ascensions in history.

"It is a difference in kind. Imagine a goldfish, born in a small, comfortable pond. It can grow, become the king of that pond. It might even, through some miracle of will and power, learn to splash a bit of water onto the shore. But can it, no matter how hard it tries, no matter how much it grows, splash water on the sun? Can it even truly comprehend what the sun is?"

...!

The analogy was a crushing weight, a beautiful, poetic dismissal of his entire life’s struggle!

He shook his head, a gesture of profound, absolute futility. "No. That level is far too vast. But..."

A new, different light entered his eyes, a flicker of something that was not just power, but a deep, abiding faith.

"Together, as a Civilization, we can build a tower. A tower of shared knowledge, of collective purpose. A tower tall enough to reach the sun. We can reach it that much faster. If there were no conflicts, no wars, no petty squabbles over territory and resources that waste eons and squander potential. If everyone was just inside their own domains, their own Civilizations... imagine how rapidly we could all advance. If we just focused on... our Ways of Existence. Our Civilizations."

...!

The words were terrifyingly, beautifully heavy.

An ideal of Existence at peace, existence of quiet, collective growth toward a single, unified goal of ascension. A paradise!

His own expression became immeasurably serious as he processed the grand, noble, and ultimately, impossible vision. And yet...

A cold, ancient, and utterly cynical voice echoed in the silent chambers of his mind.

"Outsider," Khor’s thoughts were a blade of pure, chilling ice, a whisper of a truth he was already seeing, "does that not sound a bit on the nose for... THE Loom?"

WAA!

Yes. A domain isolated from wars and conflicts, just for entities to focus on... their Way. On Civilization.

The garden. The fence. The gardener.

An isolated paradise. It was the most beautiful, noble justification for potentially the most terrible, cruel bunker he could have ever imagined if misused!

He looked at the magnificent, terrible Arbiter Vulcan was now completing, a weapon of war forged in a city that preached a gospel of peace, and he had a chilling, dawning suspicion that the ideology Vulcan...may truly be one of the many reasons for THE Loom!

As Noah and Forgemaster Vulcan forged Justiciars and Arbiters and talked side by side, the private forge was interrupted as a wall opened up far behind them.

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