Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3875

Chapter 3875: Existence is Unfair IV

Moiraine didn’t move.

Not when the golden seas of Paradoxical Authority began to around her.

Not when every single Living Paradox present began to shift in demeanor.

Not even when the thousand protectors that once encircled them with Authority pulsing...suddenly quieted and turned still, their complex weavings flickering with unspoken weavings as their eyes... turned to Noah.

She only stood there, half-broken, half-blazing, holding what little remained of him.

Her arms tightened.

Her flames trembled.

"You all do not understand. Someone as old as you should easily see the bigger picture!"

...!

The rising golden sea churned gently now, but beneath its placid surface was a current of so deep it made her insides burn.

The cause?

One woman.

One voice.

Honored Diviticus stood tall amid a storm of reverence and tension, the lick of her white paradoxical flames casting light on all who beheld her.

Her wings were unfurled in glory. Her lips, curved in the slightest smile. She didn’t flinch beneath the weight of so many eyes. If anything, she grew sharper under their gaze.

"You asked..." Diviticus echoed, the words clipped like they was beneath her. "You asked why I did this? You say I do not see the bigger picture?"

She turned slowly, white flames curling off her skin in lazy trails as she held her hand aloft. A single drop of dull gray blood slowly rose and hovered at her fingertip.

"I give you answers," she said coolly, her voice cutting across the golden ocean like a wire. "Little Moiraine simply chose to keep them to herself. A pity, really."

The drop of blood floated in silence.

And then right after it wss brought out, every Living Paradox here felt it!

A terrifting intoxication!

A pull. Deeper than need. Wilder than hunger!

Older than any logic they had long depended on!

Their entire existences trembled in response, like puppets caught on strings they never knew they bore!

Even the Honored Ones could not mask their astonishment.

Six of them appeared around Diviticus in a flash of desperate movement, surrounding her like hounds.

She raised an eyebrow and looked between them. Her hand did not waver.

"You all feel that?" she said softly, her tone slipping into something darker, heavier.

Her gaze found Moiraine and narrowed.

"That’s your bigger picture, is it?" she asked. "To sit on this? To keep such a wellspring from the hands that could wield it best?"

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Instead, she turned to the gathering of Honored Paradoxes.

"You need not beg me for this small drop of blood," she declared, her tone now commanding. "There is more. Far more. This drop is but a sample. The Young Paradox... bleeds it."

A collective breath trembled through the gathered crowd.

Moiraine felt the silence thickening. The shift in loyalty that always came, subtle as a knife.

Diviticus continued, voice low but insistent.

"This is logic," she said. "He was a child. Barely capable of surviving a single attack from Living Origin not too long ago. But now...now, because of what I’ve done, there are two Paradoxes who do not produce Inevitabilities. Two. Do you know what this means? We are no longer dependent on the uncertain rise of a single impossible anomaly."

She raised her chin, her tone deepening into steel.

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