Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3894

Chapter 3894: Sin of Association! III

The cold branches of Yggdrasil pulsed lightly above the glacial winds, and beneath their shimmering white canopy, silence descended in ripples.

The air no longer trembled with chaos or battle.

It hung suspended by something far more absolute!

The domain that had moments ago crackled with the tension of potential violence, with the quiet hope of transcendence and ascension, now pulsed with anticipation. Dread. And awe. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The figures of Masters of Existence and Primarchs, scattered across the white expanse, stood tall and triumphant. Some had fists clenched in quiet victory, others looked skyward!

They had heard the words of a Foldless One.

They had been granted passage to the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

To them, this meant only one thing- hope for advancement. The hope of finally breaking through.

The hope of continuing to build the elusive Tower of Origin in a realm where even the smallest step forward was paved with suffering and the waves of failures.

Devouring another Master of Existence was the easiest route. Hannibal had taken it, brazen and brutal. But that too had ended. Few could tread that path openly and survive the consequence in many Folds that had Living Existences seeking to impose order.

It made it truly difficult to raise one’s power if they could not devour others!

The rest clung to whispers of panaceas. To glimmers of Existential treasures. To slivers of Inevitabilities.

They had seen the proof in this Labyrinth.

Even the Imitation Mutated Inevitabilities had yielded treasures that allowed for a rapid rise in power.

The real ones stemming from actual Inevitabilities in the Battlefront...would offer more!

They hungered.

And as they had such complex emotions...

HUUM!

Without sound, without flash or warning, a golden wave struck out instsntly across this domain.

WAP.

It was soft, almost elegant in its delivery. But its effect was undeniable.

All those expressions- the elation, the anticipation- froze.

Literally.

Every figure, every swirling authority, stopped.

Master Neinoro. Master Etheopa. Kalysta. All Fold Dwellers here!

Weavings of Existence that had once pulsed with boundless pride dimmed like dying stars. Faces blank. Bodies rigid.

Frozen in the golden wave’s grip.

Noah’s head tilted slightly.

His eyes sharpened as he recognized the authority of the Living Origin, Altheon, who had just spoken grandly!

The same fucker that tried to kill his body of Ozymandias- how could he forget his signature aura?

Sigrid stood beside him, unflinching and untouched.

They alone remained aware, unfrozen.

Noah’s weavings pulsed gently in his body, intricate layers of Authority adapting instantly, dancing with unseen threads. Not even his eyelids flinched.

But deep inside, he analyzed.

Altheon’s authority had swept across this domain in a whisper and paralyzed all within it without even alerting their senses. It was an authority dense enough to suppress Masters of Existence and Primarchs alike in a moment of stillness they didn’t even know had occurred.

Fascinating.

The Glyph of the Protagonist at his forehead spun slowly as it registered the scale and rhythm of the action. Hundreds of thousands of lattices aligned silently in his mind.

A moment later, the figure began to descend- layered in blinding white and gold, ancient and impossible- he needed no introduction.

Altheon.

He looked stern as he voiced out.

"I have followed the commands of the Young Miss," Altheon said as his luminous body took full form- his halos and wings flashing gloriously, "and permitted her to complete the Living Origin Labyrinth in its entirety."

His gaze swept the realm.

And then paused.

Upon Noah.

The look was not violent. Nor respectful.

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