Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3849

Chapter 3849: Early II

Far from the Living Origin Labyrinth.

A domain vast beyond reason. Rotating infinitely like an idea no mind could fully house.

The Infiniverse Wheel of Existence!

Within.

Noah had seen what his aura- his scent, his presence as an Early Creature, could do to Living Existences.

He had seen the Foldless One, Moiraine, bend at the knee beneath the weight of his blood. He had seen Sigrid, once a Living Origin, light up again from a single touch.

So when it came to those closest to him, to those forged beside his deepest weavings...

He did not hold back.

He unleashed everything.

The aura of an Early Creature flowed not as a mere field or cloud, but as a principality!

It swept like fire through the spiraling weavings of the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence, embedding itself into the very logic of the Wheel at its heart.

Especially in the Infiniverse Crucible, the density of his aura reached its peak.

Lemniscate glyphs of Living Authority spun in layers, weaving across one another in stacked dimensions of symbolism and meaning. And within the eye of this storm, cross-legged and unshaken, sat Noah.

His palms rested against the foreheads of two beings directly before him.

Ruination.

The Infiniverse Body.

Their faces twitched with visible alarm as, for the first time, the full and unfiltered surge of an Early Creature’s embrace began pouring into them like a flood breaking through celestial gates.

BOOM!

From Noah’s own Wheel of Existence, rising up through conceptual layers unseen by any but the most complex of entities, a Tower was born and allowed to be displayed outside!

An Early Living Paradoxical Tower of Origin.

Its base erupted first, a great black-and-gold lemniscate spiral that wound upward.

From it bloomed mythic structures- soaring Mythic Living True Signatures shaped like incandescent titans, each one with halos and wings, their mouths opening as... Hymns poured out.

"All truths are lies in veiled disguise,

And lies, the roots where meaning lies.

Two paths diverge, we walk them both,

For paradox is our only oath."

"The fold folds in what should unfold,

Time eats its child, yet grows not old.

We are the loop that bites its tail,

The song that breaks what silence veils..."

HUUM!

Their voices were low and thunderous. The air grew heavier.

The Hymns, made from language older than many things, formed rivulets of black-gold liquid light.

These rivulets poured downward.

They fell into Ruination and the Infiniverse.

Their bodies jerked as their eyes burned with light!

More Towers rose.

The Early Living Infinity Tower came next, its structure a flowing helix that bent upon itself in unending return, anchored by nine Mythic Signatures singing a melody that bent time around the listener.

Then the Quintessence Tower, already singing within Noah’s Wheel, bloomed again into shared space- its Hymn a slow, rhythmic song of universal origin and patient glory.

And even more would come!

And with each Tower, the fabric of the Infiniverse Crucible began to tremble.

Complexity bloomed. Purity multiplied. Existence rewrote itself.

Noah’s visage was at the eye of the storm as he commanded over a dozen Towers of Origin to bloom in the Infiniverse Crucible!

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