Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3892

Chapter 3892: Sin of Association! I

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Noah’s hands came together slowly, the sound of his clap cracking across the frozen sea like distant thunder. The weight of his presence stretched outward, brushing against the chests of every Master of Existence and Primarch here. His voice followed, calm and stripped of all pretense.

"Very good," he said as he glanced at the glowing treasures surrounding them. "Now then... is there anyone else who believes they have a rightful stake in the Treasure Chests here?"

The stillness that followed wasn’t silence. It was caution. It was reverence. The kind of hush that came before waves of existence collapsed!

HUUM!

Power emanated from him, cold and absolute. The kind of authority that didn’t beg for compliance, but it expected it!

Noah did not raise his voice. He didn’t need to. The reverberation of his authority, paired with the Glyph that pulsed like a slow heartbeat on his forehead, was enough to still the weavings of many.

And yet.

Master Neinoro scoffed.

Standing proudly, he turned, his white robes pristine and the glow of a calculated righteousness lighting his pale eyes. He gazed out over the gathered entities with the weight of false kinship, his voice ringing as though he were the herald of justice.

"Fellow Masters of Existence," he called. "We all know the principles of fairness and cultivation. Even the Foldless Ones would stand on our side. One Master of Existence cannot dictate the fate of us all, nor hoard rewards meant for all those who participated. If we stand together-"

Noah’s voice sliced through him like a blade honed on the edge of infinity.

"For an insignificant extra," Noah said, "you have already taken up far too much time."

A hush deeper than frost followed.

Master Neinoro stiffened, the authority behind those words grazing his existence like a cold blade. And then, Noah spoke again.

"You seem desperate to die today," he said. "So I’ll grant you that death."

The Glyph of the Protagonist flashed with golden brilliance, and Noah’s aura erupted in a lancing burst. Power flooded toward Master Neinoro like judgment descending from above!

And yet... Master Neinoro did not flinch.

He didn’t even move.

Instead, a brilliant white-gold shield bloomed around him glpriously!.

Intricate, ancient, and unshatterable- formed of something unmistakable.

Living Origin Authority!

There was a collective inhale across the frozen sea as dozens of eyes widened in disbelief. Even Sigrid’s pupils constricted with sudden gravity, her body tilting ever so slightly toward Noah.

Master Neinoro...had protection.

Master Neinoro bowed toward the glowing barrier now enveloping him, his eyes never leaving Noah’s.

"I express my thanks," he said with an infuriating smile towards the authority protecting him. "To the great Foldless One for preserving peace and ensuring justice."

He said the words like a man who knew exactly when to cry for mercy and when to spit in your face.

The silence afterward was suffocating.

Until a voice that should not have been heard reverberated through the entire region- cold and unfathomably ancient, filled with layers of untouchable judgment.

|Fold Dwellers stemming from Folds under the shade of Living Paradoxes may kill each other... but they may not raise their hands to those from Folds under the shade of other Living Existences.|

BOOM!

The words fell like a mountain, the very frost cracking beneath its weight. All across the glacial expanse, figures bowed their heads instinctively when they heard the voice.

Kalysta’s golden hair swayed forward in submission of shock. Master Etheopa’s face turned ashen as her form sank in reverence!

Because all knew what this was.

A Foldless One.

An Entity above the conflict of Fold Dwellers!

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