Infinite Limits

By Bell, J.C.

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Title:	Infinite Limits
Author:	Bell, J.C.
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Language:	English
Subject:	Non Fiction, Philosophy, Fiction
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Publisher:	Brother Moons

Member Page:	J.C. Bell
Citation APA MLA Chicago Bell, J. (n.d.). Infinite Limits. Retrieved from http://www.self.gutenberg.org/

Description
They conquered the universe and proclaimed themselves gods. The endless span of worlds was theirs to command. At the height of their power they realized they had but one foe left - death. They saw it as a limit to their power, a gap they could not cross. They named it the Void and in their arrogance they even believed they could defeat it - though in order to do so they had to become one with it. And so the Plague was born. The universe conquered anew. But there were other gods - those who accepted death and the natural order of things. They believed in evolution. For them, immortality was in the life of a child. It was the true path, paved by a power higher than even they; to perpetually evolve for the better. An infinite universe with endless evolutionary possibilities. The immortality of the Dead Gods faced off against the evolution of the Elders. With His birth, the end begins.

Summary
What is the secret of immortality? For the Dead Gods, it is a virus known only as the Plague -- a corruption of the meaning of life itself. For the Elder Gods, immortality is in the life of a child -- the path of evolution paved by a power higher than even they. Upon a battlefield that spans the universe, the immortality of the Dead Gods faces off against the evolution of the Elders.

Excerpt
CHAPTER 1 -- THE BLACK DOOR OPENS In centuries there had been none like him. A Black Mage, a true Gatekeeper. Possibly even a god. Was there no limit to his power and potential? He certainly thought not, and meant to test that belief. What better way to do so than a journey through the Black Door? He had already confirmed his ability to control the Rift, and now with fifty of his most loyal soldiers he would enter it – to the dead with the Keeper and his archaic laws. If the Plague was real, he would send it running back through the Black Door and return home a hero. The Keeper himself would have no choice but to bow before him. Until then, secrecy was a must. The Council would condemn him to death for the mere ability to open the Rift. But for daring to enter it, the entire Seventh World would rise against him. His troops gathered in formation near the stairway of stacked circular stones leading up to the Rift – a haze of blue flames muffled the crunch of steel boots on dry bones, and clattering plate mail. The cover of night and the shadow of Lock Core did the rest, hiding them from prying eyes. Though typically none but tourists ever visited the wall, and at this hour the wall was sure to be empty -- never was it guarded. If there was some army of horrors within the rift, the great wall would be all but useless to stop them. The man was determined to prove to them all that only he had that power. A wave of blue flames surged from his fingertips, blending with the utter blackness of the Rift. Soon the flames and darkness coalesced, spiraling outward into what seemed like oblivion. The outline of the Rift began to throb, pulsating like a beating heart. Behind him, his army began their march. They moved in perfect formation; patient, calm, confident in their leader’s power and the glory they were soon to find under his command. Wolf helms hid their faces while their dark armor blended with the night. Those at the head of the procession gazed forward through crossbow sights, their fingers caressing the triggers as they strode toward the gaping black slit hanging in the air. They hesitated but an instant at the dark threshold then, continuing their march they were consumed within the pool of black. Though their comrades vanished before them, those who followed never faltered their steps. Walking with swords and shields raised before them, they entered the swirling, pulsing hole ten by ten until their black robed leader was the last man left. Then, surrounded in flames of blue, he too disappeared into the Rift . . . Together they died and were reborn in a world of darkness and bitter cold. Only with his eyes of blue fire could he see the blackened trunk before them, so thick and massive its girth filled the horizon. So tall it vanished in the clouds. Only he could see it come alive -- the black roots seeping from the earth, ensnaring the boots of the soldiers who were blind to its existence. By the time his soldiers discovered its presence -- felt it crawling up their flesh -- it was too late. Within moments the entire army was consumed. His blue flames held the darkness at bay, allowing those who could, to flee back to the Rift, to the safety of the Seventh World. His power and barrier of blue flames fading against the onslaught, the man in black was forced to abandon the rest of the soldiers to the darkness. With his last bit of strength he turned, preparing to dive back into the Rift. Before his feet left the soil of the forsaken world, a single strand of black shot toward him, curling around his ankle as he leapt. And then . . . there was fire. Burning him from the inside out. And a voice . . . 'My seed shall grow upon this land.' Along with the handful of soldiers he saved, he collapsed on the soil of the Seventh World. Lying at the foot of the Rift they were burned alive by flames of black. Every trace of life forever scorched from their flesh. First, he felt consumed with the shame of failure. What a fool he had been to think himself invincible. Then, as his soldiers lay screaming around him, LeCynic began to laugh, for the darkness seeped into his blood, filling him with true power -- immortality. Now, he truly was invincible.

Table of Contents
Chapter 1 The Black Door Opens Chapter 2 The Midnight Sun Chapter 3 The Destroyer Chapter 4 Awakenings Chapter 5 The Council Chapter 6 The Drunk and The Dreamer Chapter 7 The One Elf Chapter 8 The Elven Death Chapter 9 A Dark Seed Grows Chapter 10 The Archenon Chapter 11 The Dwarves Chapter 12 A Feast Chapter 13 The Halfling Chapter 14 Days at the Timber Wall Tavern Chapter 15 A Lesson Learned Chapter 16 Beyond Limits