Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3883

Chapter 3883: What was once lost! I

The white light had a hum.

It was subtle, like the resonance of an ancient chord struck once and left to echo for an endless age.

Noah’s eyes narrowed as the glow danced across Sigrid’s trembling form, her runes alive with flux, her aura rising higher still within the confines of the Labyrinth. The white light pulsing from her head wasn’t like anything he’d encountered before!

It had weight, not from raw power, but from clarity. A cleaving brightness that silenced uncertainty.

The moment his existence touched it, he felt...

Stability.

Not rigidity.

Not stillness.

But the subtle, ever-correcting breath of a system that knew where to place each thing. A framework. A silent blueprint.

It was... Order.

Order!

He felt it in the depths of his understanding!

Order was not a force that commanded. It was the one that balanced. The invisible architecture behind continuity. Behind causality. Behind reason. It wasn’t always seen, but it was known.

It reminded him of breathing.

Of direction.

And now, it was blooming within her.

His mind sharpened, memories flashing. The Living Order. The authority said to have vanished in the chaos of the Earliest Folds. The one that once helped seal THE Living Paradox itself with its death!

How... and why... would its Remnant live within Sigrid?

It wasn’t whole.

But it was...at the same time.

Even Living Order seemed paradoxical as it presented itself from Sigrid right now!

He felt the runic mark she’d placed on him shift on his forehead, as if responding in real-time to the emergence. Light etched itself anew as a prompt unfurled before his sight.

|You have been granted the Marker of the Aide of the Chosen.|

...!

His brows slightly twitched.

Him?

An Aide?

He, who spun Existence toward his own path?

Hah!

But there was no time to indulge the weight of such a thing.

Sigrid’s body jerked suddenly as she pulled back from him, her hand pressing against her chest, her breath ragged. "Stop- stop the inflow of your authority!" Her voice cracked with panic.

Noah immediately reined himself in, his aura silencing like a curtain being drawn.

But her eyes were wide, not with fear of him- but of something else. She tilted her head sharply in all directions and toward the ceiling where the white light still roared.

And her face soon changed.

A streak of realization crossed her face.

The fairy. She saw the shocked Labyrinth Guider in the skies!

Hovering above, cloaked in multicolored brilliance, still stunned- frozen in place by what she had witnessed.

Sigrid’s hand rose.

HUUM!

White-gold radiance burst forth, forming a colossal, translucent palm above. It reached without hesitation- plucking the fairy from the ceiling and dragging her downward in a streak of light.

The pillar of authority severed instantly.

The white glow vanished. The air calmed.

And in her hand, the small fairy writhed, her wings fluttering like frightened petals. She looked utterly overwhelmed.

Sigrid’s voice cut through the silence.

"Have you already alerted your Origin Descendant?"

Her tone was sharp.

Urgent.

Terrified.

The fairy whimpered. Then quickly dropped to her knees atop Sigrid’s open palm. "I...I’m sorry, Miss!"

BOOM!

The ceiling split open with a scream of golden white.

The blinding brilliance of Living Origin Authority cascaded down in rivers of light. It came with a trumpet of celestial presence, so loud it made the very folds of space shiver.

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