Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3839

Chapter 3839: Living! III

As those in the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence wondered just what terrifying thing had taken place.

Far away, in the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds.

On a golden vessel gliding through the radiant auroras of the Goldfolds, Moiraine’s wings of white gold shimmered. Each feather flowed with paradox. She poured her Authority into the chest of Noah endlessly.

Caretaker Nina, atop the great winged slime guiding their vessel, turned sharply. Her voice was respectful, but firm. "We are here."

The vessel slowed as it approached a towering sphere- a Central Dyson Sphere wrapped in rotating plates of paradoxical light and looked like a grand structure shaped like a Wheel.

Around them, massive structures rose and fell like celestial mountains, waterfalls of golden paradoxical authority falling off of them.

The entire area pulsed with arcs of paradox drawn from the distant miniaturized Wheels of Existence.

A dozen massive Foldless Ones, each bearing six glowing wings of paradox, encircled just this structure of the Central Dyson Sphere like sentries.

At this point in time....

BOOM!

A searing heat not native to the Goldfolds exploded from Noah’s body cradled by Moiraine.

It crashed into the paradox flooding from Moiraine and pierced through it. The statue-like crust on his face cracked, flaked, and then fell away.

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HUUM!

Paradox swelled in reaction. It churned and recoiled, folding around the new heat pouring from Noah as if trying to understand it.

Moiraine pulled back slightly, her wings stretched defensively as her expression turned from stern to stunned.

Behind Noah, Oryzarakh narrowed his glowing gaze. His halos flared with crackling light.

And outside the vessel...

An awe-inspiring sight could be seen.

Hundreds of Foldless Ones now hovered as they had followed this vessel the moment they saw one Living Paradox flooding paradoxical authority in another, and yet no Inevitability bloomed.

Their forms were immense, golden, white, and obsidian bodies each the size of entire realms.

Their wings cast shadows longer than mountains. Their faces bore no expression, but their eyes- those immense, star-bright eyes...were focused only on one point.

Noah.

The vessel slowed entirely.

"..."

Silence reigned.

Even the paradox that had once swirled eagerly around Moiraine now paused, hesitant, uncertain.

Noah’s breath was steady. Within him, power ancient and glorious continued to simmer as he controlled it.

His eyes did not dart about in fear or confusion. He only looked forward, acknowledging.

As hundreds of Foldless Ones stared at the vessel Noah was in, it was Moiraine who finally broke the silence. Her voice was level as she looked only at him.

"What happened?" she asked.

Noah looked over at her calmly, his face unreadable.

At that moment, he was doing all he could to reign in the intoxicating scent his body was releasing, the same scent that had pulled Sigrid into a daze.

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