Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4833

Chapter 4833: Integrations and Memories IV

He raised his hands to see the fair hands of three women, slender fingers that had woven the fates of countless beings across eons of existence. All of them wore obsidian-gold robes that flowed like liquid night, waves of golden hair cascading past their shoulders in styles that were similar but not identical.

Three bodies.

One memory that he was now experiencing from the inside.

The region around them slowly came into focus.

They stood on the stair steps of a massive obsidian temple, a structure so vast that its upper reaches disappeared into darkness that seemed to exist beyond normal space. The stairs were wide enough for armies to march upon, each step carved from stone that held the weight of ages.

Pillars of twisted obsidian rose on either side, their surfaces inscribed with symbols that hurt to look at directly.

And at the very center of this temple, at the apex of those endless stairs, a single aura waited.

THE Weavers walked toward this entity.

With each step, Noah felt the veneration that pulsed through their shared existence. The respect. The devotion. The absolute certainty that they approached something heavy.

The entity came into Noah’s vision.

And he felt like he was looking at the eye of a paradoxical storm.

Because he was.

This was...THE Primordial Paradox.

Yes, the memory was clearly telling him that this was THE Primordial Paradox. Not THE Living Paradox. The original holder of that Claim, the being who had stood among THE Four since before The Infinite Unfurling.

THE Primordial Paradox looked like a massive obsidian entity, his form towering above THE Weavers with presence that made reality itself seem uncertain. He was muscular in ways that spoke of power beyond physical strength, yet he also carried the bearing of a scholar.

His eyes held the weight of contradictions resolved and unresolved, of truths that could be simultaneously real and unreal.

He was everything THE Living Paradox pretended to be.

And he was something more.

In the memory, THE Weavers felt a sense of veneration as they bowed toward this being. Their three bodies moved in perfect synchrony, heads lowering, golden hair falling forward like curtains of loyalty.

THE Primordial Paradox waved his hands dismissively.

The gesture was casual, almost paternal. The wave of a master who had long since ceased to require formal acknowledgment from those who served him.

In the next moment, the aura of something heavy and Absolute emanated from him.

THE Primordial Paradox produced a black cube that floated toward their master, its surface perfectly smooth, its edges perfectly defined. It held weight that seemed to press against the fabric of memory itself.

Absolute!

THE Primordial Paradox was already an Absolute. His authority saturated everything around him, his Claim on Paradox itself woven into the very structure of Observable Existence.

So how did THE Living Paradox ever manage to consume both this entity and the Claim they laid on one of the oldest aspects of Existence?

The question burned through Noah’s consciousness even as the memory continued to unfold.

THE Primordial Paradox spoke, and his voice was grand and imposing and authoritative!

"My daughters."

The words settled over THE Weavers like a blessing.

"Something has anchored itself onto my Absolute authority and Claim. It is slowly eating away at me, and I cannot stop it for now."

...!

Noah felt the shock that rippled through THE Weavers at these words. Their master, admitting vulnerability.

"This is a critical part of me that is unaffected, which I am giving to you."

The black cube floated toward THE Weavers, and they received it with hands that trembled slightly despite their best efforts at composure.

"Take it and keep it safe. You will know when to open it in the future."

THE Primordial Paradox paused, his contradictory eyes growing distant.

"The enemy is a terrifying one. I have to approach them differently compared to all others. I wish I could go to THE Creature and get his help on this, as he was always more knowledgeable than I am. But I must contain this myself at this moment."

His gaze refocused on THE Weavers.

"You will take this part, and you will-"

The sound of steps echoed through the temple.

Someone else was entering.

THE Weavers turned, and Noah turned with them, seeing through their eyes as another entity appeared at the entrance of the obsidian temple.

"Do not worry."

"Your master will get past this. What I have given to you are just contingencies."

"After I figure out what exactly has been invading my Weavings without me even knowing, I will extinguish it. I will show it how it cannot overcome that which is Paradoxical."

"Now go. Fulfill my orders. Fulfill your duty."

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