Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3893

Chapter 3893: Sin of Association! II

At the words of the Foldless One, Altheon, Master Neinoro rose tall as if vindicated by the very air, brushing imaginary dust from his white robes as the glow of the Living Origin Authority curled protectively around him. His tone rang with clean-cut indignation, each syllable sharpened like a knife.

"It makes sense now!" he declared. "One Master of Existence distastefully devouring others, and another murdering him in turn. It all stinks of contradiction... of chaos... of Paradox!"

HUUM!

Paradox!

It was always paradox that was problematic. Since the Earliest Folds!

He turned toward Noah as if pronouncing a sentence. "The bane of all existence."

The words slithered like venom through the gathering.

He swept his arms outward, not toward Noah, but to all the Masters and Primarchs floating on frost-covered branches and Yggdrasil roots. His voice rose, carried on falsified concern and hollow leadership.

"Fellow Masters of Existence," he said with performative solemnity, "surely the resources here would be best reserved for those of stable folds. Not for those whose very nature undermines the balance of Existence. The strength of those here, combined, would elevate all."

His eyes glanced toward Kalysta, Master Etheopa... and finally, Noah.

He was standing taller now. Emboldened.

Because he wasn’t afraid.

He wasn’t alone.

This wasn’t the first time Master Neinoro had felt the favor of Foldless Ones.

No, his steps here had already been mapped by whispered promises of a Living Law long before he set foot in this Labyrinth. Promises of transformation. Of freedom from the identity of a Fold Dweller.

Of becoming... a Living Existence should he succesfully clear the Living Origin Labyrinth.

That was the true source of his confidence. Not his strength. Not his insight. But the path he believed he had been given.

He had been told that if he could clear the Living Origin Labyrinth, he would be one of the chosen to pass into the Transcendent Folds beyond. Into the chaotic, death-strewn realm near the Loom itself- where Inevitabilities reigned and where, if one survived, even a Fold Dweller could ascend to something greater.

That was his wager.

That was the reason he could taunt a being like Noah and still smile.

Because he had backing.

And Noah, in his mind, did not.

So when other Masters began to drift subtly toward the treasure chests, emboldened by Neinoro’s claims, Noah’s gaze grew colder! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"You think," he said softly, "just because someone big told you they’ll protect you... that you can do whatever stupid shit you want?"

He looked at the man with a calm, measured stare, as if studying the Existence beneath the skin.

"Okay."

Raw Power versus True Power!

Always, there could be discrepancy when one did not accurate gauge their True Power.

And discrepancies often led to disappointment!

He turned toward Sigrid.

She didn’t need any words. Her golden eyes lifted to the crimson-gold haze above, toward the sphere that floated like an unseen eye. The gaze of Altheon.

Her voice didn’t waver. It carried like a tide of Order.

"All treasures made available by my actions are to go straight to him. No one else from any Folds."

The word him rang heavier than gold. The wind itself seemed to falter, waiting.

Master Neinoro’s brow twitched. He straightened his robe, but his hands curled tightly behind his back as he nearly harrumphed.

"..."

Her words felt like command. No, they were command. And within seconds, as if Time itself had to answer her decree, the voice of Altheon returned almost as if it were disliking the words about to be uttered!

|All resources in this Final Labyrinth Domain are for... him.|

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