Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3881

Chapter 3881: The Living That Are Bound! V

Noah sat alone on the sands.

His back straight. Shoulders still. Eyes fixed on the slow rhythm of the mist-veiled tide.

Amelia raised an eyebrow. Then softly laughed. "Sir Osmont?" She looked at her son from the corner of her eye, shaking her head with exasperation. "Just call him Noah. Or Osmont. He’ll prefer either."

The rubble stirred.

Except for the Blood.

But...

So why would Living Origin Authority or Living Origins be a shock?

Her crimson-gold form shimmered with tight restraint as she walked toward the pair. She bowed her head lightly.

"Is not failure the greatest sculptor?"

Failure was not the end.

...!

...!

HUUM!

He looked to its center.

At his will, it released dull crimson tendrils that stretched into the ruins, wrapping them like vines returning to a dead forest.

Not just a name.

...!

Still.

Yet Noah remained as he was.

|You have destroyed all Towers of Origin budding from your Wheel of Existence.|

A prompt flashed before all present.

But the sharpness of his loss had dulled. Beneath it, a new shape was forming.

She raised her gaze with conviction. fre\e(w)ebn ov.e l\. co.m

"I will build what they cannot even conceive."

Failure was the clay.

Noah exhaled slowly, the weight deep in his chest quieting to something cold and reflective.

His Towers of Origin- some destroyed, some fractured, stood like ancient trees struck by quiet lightning. The Infinite and Origin Towers of Origin were reduced to gleaming rubble. Others leaned with splinters of half-built lattices, their integrity eaten by betrayal and blood.

And beside that loss... the soft sound of a Foldless One’s stunned eyes.

Moiraine.

He was not unfamiliar with loss.

"Moiraine, right?" Amelia’s voice was kind and direct as she walked over. "Where are you from?"

The sea lapped in distant silence, but the air around him was dense. It carried the weight of loss.

The Tower began to rise.

He did not smile.

He raised his hand.

She stared at Amelia Osmont with parted lips, her eyes wide. Her form stiffened when she heard the words from Amelia’s mouth referring to the Early Creature, Sir Osmont, as her Son!

The Mythic Living True Signatures that upheld each surviving Tower flared for a breath, and then shattered. Their pillars crumbled. Their light winked out. In moments, everything was rubble.

The stones shook.

She knelt beside one of the Schrödinger’s Boxes and patted the top with one hand.

And then raised their hands with utter glory.

And turned inward.

One drop stirred.

She had already seen Sir Osmont, thr Early Creature, utilize Living Dimensional Authority!

Let them devour half a drop.

From their backs unfurled wide wings, glass-veined and luminous.

The Wheel was silent now. Naked.

His eyes opened, gleaming with quiet violence.

HUUM!

Gone.

Prompts flashed incessantly!

Then he closed his eyes.

And from the rubble...

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