Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3853

Chapter 3853: A True Festival! I

In the Transcendent Origin Folds.

Within a localized dominion of layered beginnings, countless floating continents the size of omniverses drifted through a haze of white-gold wind.

Each mass hovered on the back of silent, radiant wheels of existence- monuments of Beginning left from utter wonders!

Amid this grandeur, a Living Origin watched.

She floated in repose above a still lake of Origin Authority, its waters placid and clear as glass. Her figure was feline yet celestial as she observed a tower with rapt attention!

"I Herald His Coming..."

"I Herald His Ruin."

She narrowed her eyes.

Such words came and came again, slow and deliberate.

"I Herald His Coming..."

"I Herald His Ruin!"

She tilted her head. "Yes, yes, I’ve heard it twice now. Let’s not make it a third."

HUUM!

With a twitch of her tail, her wings flared- the folded mountains of white-gold unfurling as an enormous rune circle pulsed into being.

It was massive, carved from existence itself and burning with threads of Origin that hummed like thunder beneath thought.

"I’ll accelerate your beginning," she said with dry amusement as her feline features smiled. "Let’s see you born properly, then." freёwebnoѵel.com

HUUM!

The circle surged forward.

It wrapped the crimson tower in bands of white flame, pushing time, causality, and order forward in a spiral of blossoming acceleration.

In mere seconds, the tower- meant to take some time to construct- formed completely.

The winds howled.

The skies rippled with origin.

A tempest of Authority surged all around as if the Folds themselves were being pulled from- Living Origin Authority being swallowed up en masse!

The Living Origin blinked once more.

"...Curious," she murmured. "That’s not the concentration of Authority a common Young Origin should need..."

...!

But she had no time to wonder further.

Before her, the spirals of crimson-gold lemniscates reached a singular, sharp peak.

A burst of incandescent Living Origin Authority erupted out.

And then...

The tower vanished.

BOOM!

In its place stood a woman.

She was resplendent. Glorious. Quintessential!

Crimson-gold hair flowing like a halo of fire, cascading down robes etched with endless infinity symbols that shone with magisterial glory.

Her wings, three pairs of them, rose behind her in white and crimson grandeur. And above her head, three white gold halos spun, releasing waterfalls of Living Origin Authority that stained the air gold.

She opened her eyes.

And for a moment... said nothing.

No cry. No scream. No hymn.

Only silence.

She raised her hands with quiet reverence as the first action she sought to do...was trying to return.

To leave.

To go home.

To him.

But her authority... fizzled.

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