Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3877

Chapter 3877: The Living That Are Bound! I

The Goldfolds had an unfathomably heavy silence.

In a dominion ruled by the will of the Honored Living Golden Paradox, where golden seas of Paradox stretched out like a glorious commandment, a single truth had always reigned- no Living Paradoxical Authority could be used unless by the Honored Living Golden Paradox himself.

That truth had been a pillar of control, of order and of certainty as this heavy ordeal occured.

And then... Noah disappeared!

The Paradox they wanted to completely devour...disappeared!

Before the eyes of tens of thousands of Foldless Ones.

Before the gazes of Honored Ones who ruled regions of existence with a flick of their will!

He vanished through a burst of silver light- an elegant unraveling of space and direction, the golden paradox sea collapsing around him as if its structure meant nothing.

The stillness that followed was not calm.

BOOM!

It didn’t erupt from any one place. It bloomed in every mind at once- the roaring, collective realization of something they could not yet name. The very air shimmered as voices burst out like cracking glass.

"He vanished...!"

"That was another Authority...!"

The gold sea roiled violently, waves of thick light smashing against each other in erratic ripples. Beings who had lived for endless ages, who had studied the weavings of Living Authority with near-religious rigor, now stared at the impossible with eyes that refused to blink.

And then Honored Diviticus roared coldy.

"That was Living Dimensional Authority!" she bellowed, her white flames dancing wildly around her frame, the scorch of them making even nearby Honored Ones tense. "He can utilize Living Dimensional Authority!"

The words tore through the sea like lightning.

The Foldless Ones recoiled, some shaking their heads in disbelief, others muttering in shock.

No one questioned whether Noah was a Paradox. That had been proven long ago. They felt it. Diviticus also just ate a major part of him, so she knew it.

But a Paradox who could wield another Living Existential Authority?

How?

How could such a thing exist?

How could someone do what should be impossible?

Even Honored Gold, stalwart as ever, wore a face painted in grave realization.

"All Golden Paradoxes under my command," his voice boomed out like a mountain’s heartbeat, "are to set off at once. Track them. Moiraine... and the Existential Anomaly."

That final word echoed with weight.

An anomaly.

Not a title. A declaration.

Because what else could he be?

The moment the command resounded...

BOOM!

The golden sea cracked.

It dried.

As if drained by some glorious hand, it folded into itself in great sheets, splitting like thin parchment. The light dimmed.

The pressure lifted. Then, every single Foldless One in this area- every single Living Paradox that was not an Honored One, froze.

No screams. No shouts. No movement.

Stillness.

Their minds and weavings arrested mid-thought, held in a time-woven stasis that spared no one.

And then, a throne descended from above!

It was composed entirely of Miniaturized Transcendent Wheels of Existence, each spinning with untraceable speed, each emitting a different song of Existence. It hovered in the air above the now-stilled sea, carried by nothing, owned by none!

Seated atop it was a man.

Tyrannical. Regal.

Majesty emanated from his skin, his posture, his breath. His black hair shimmered with gold, his face smooth and unreadable, carved from restraint. Robes of black and deep crimson trimmed with white light adorned him, and above his brow hovered a three-pointed crown etched in the shapes of folded infinities.

It was...

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