Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3878

Chapter 3878: The Living That Are Bound! II

Across the weavings of existence.

Within the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

BOOM!

Living Dimensional Authority detonated in absolute silence.

It was an elegant annihilation of causality itself. The fractured corpse of a dead Wheel of Existence quaked as Authority more ancient than time swept across it.

Paradoxical gold followed.

A blaze of contradicting frequencies, folded and twisted until they radiated something both glorious and unspoken. Together, the silver and the gold painted a weaving of power that did not belong in this desolate region!

And then, two figures emerged.

One, impossibly still. The other, impossibly shocked.

Moiraine, her body cleaved from the waist down, floated amidst the ruin like a sovereign cast from royal paradox.

Her long white gold hair flowed without wind, her eyes twin golden stars flaring beneath her brow. Cracks laced her skin, yet nothing about her presence seemed weakened. Authority clung to her like a loyal hound.

And in her arms...

Ozymandias, or what was left of him.

A portion of his head, his upper chest- those remained. Everything else had been reduced to raw echoes.

He opened his eyes.

There was no panic within them, only the silent weight of someone who had already decided what came next.

Moiraine’s eyes flared as she looked down upon him.

Her voice was quiet. Too quiet.

"Living Dimensional Authority," she whispered, the syllables trembling. "That was Living Dimensional Authority. You...!"

Noah looked up at her.

Not hurried. Not moved by urgency or spectacle.

Only deliberate.

"There is no time," he said, voice a low current wrapped in certainty. "You have this span of an instant."

The way he said it- this span of an instant- as if time bowed to him, not the other way around.

His gaze met hers.

Unshaken. Quintessential!

"You’ve walked beside me this far. Protected me when it served no gain to do so."

Moiraine said nothing.

She listened.

A true Paradox did not interrupt the unfolding of inevitability.

Noah’s voice did not waver.

"I mean to save you," he said, "but I also require my own assurances."

A slight shift. His words were calm and absolute.

"Accept me. And I will show you what those dogs in the Goldfolds just turned away from with their snouts in the air. You have now- this single moment to decide."

A single moment!

A single instant!

After he said this, he moved.

His forehead came to rest against hers.

Not a movement of affection.

An initiation.

He activated the same ability he once used on Sigrid- the binding force of an Early Creature, one meant to tether Living Existences to himself!

But where Sigrid had been fragmented and lost, Moiraine was whole.

Even damaged, her power was vast.

A cathedral of flame and knowledge. A storm of living contradiction. The kind of being that did not submit!

His aura pressed into her.

And like a thread of silk trying to wrap around a mountain, it faltered.

Small. Honest. Entirely insufficient.

Unless...

Unless the mountain leaned down.

Unless the storm... allowed it.

Moiraine did not rush.

Because this single instant... stretched long within her.

She thought of the Honored Ones.

Of the Council.

Of Diviticus.

Of betrayal wrapped in white fire and honeyed tones.

She thought of how power turned loyalty into hunger. Of how easily the Foldless Ones had shifted with want. With need. With entitlement.

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