Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3911

Chapter 3911: Choices! II

In the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

Where once stood a Paradoxical Prison, there now churned a battlefield!

The ancient structure shattered like glass under the weight of too many truths contorted into lies. Now, the broken remnants of that prison framed a war of extremities as Living Paradoxes clashed with Living Origins.

And the Paradoxes were winning as they had sheer numbers- led by Oryzarakh! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Booming layers of twisted brilliance erupted from over a few dozen Paradoxes, each hurling immense Authority- Living Paradoxical weavings formed from hundreds of millions of Lattices. These strands undid everything in their path. They folded existence backward into the shape of confusion and doubt.

Amid this surreal deluge, a solitary light pushed against the tide. Vast. Glacial. Immense.

Vorellion.

The Ancient Living Turtle of Twelve Epochs braced its omniverse-spanning shell as nine of its heads drew in toward the center. Each of the nine bore their own radiant halos, every one layered with Purpose and Origin. As the deadly waves of Paradox neared, Vorellion’s voices murmured in unison!

HUUM!

"Begin No Purpose."

A wave pulsed outward.

From the convergence of its nine heads, an impossible paradox was unknit by refusal of premise.

The very concept of the Paradoxical attack was nullified, its purpose made retroactively void!

The Authority crashed... and vanished, as if it had never intended harm, as if it had never been born.

Its origin...was ended!

The pressure lifted. The Living Origins found breathing room again.

And Vorellion’s gaze, those nine deep orbs of ancient wisdom, settled upon the young Living Origin beside them. Once jailed in this forsaken Fold, now trembling and radiant with strength.

The thought burned through its minds.

How dare they? How dare these cruel, vile beings try to cage something so new?!

HUUM!

As Vorellion was thinking this.

An oppressive tide fell upon the battlefield.

A voice followed- low and simmering.

"I am thoroughly enraged. And in the past eon, I have not been enraged."

Vorellion froze. Its shell pulser. Every head recognized the pressure. The pressure of an Honored Living Paradox!

The Ancient Turtle’s power neared the threshold of Honored, but it was not there yet.

They had sent word for reinforcements of more Living Origins to this location. Some younger Living Origins had arrived already. But none strong enough.

Not yet!

Honored Gold’s arrival needed no fanfare.

The Fold itself grew silent.

He descended like a thought too heavy to hold, like light bent around him in apology. Wings and halos pulsed around him- countless, changing, contradicting. They were there and not there, infinite in number, yet none remained visible for more than a breath.

The Honored Living Golden Paradox floated forward. Calm. Cold.

His gaze swept over the battlefield. And then, settled.

"When," he asked, his tone clipped with condescension, "did the Living Origins grow balls?"

He looked faintly, with genuine malice.

"Do you seek more massacres in the Battlefront Folds?"

The Origins stirred.

Altheon flared! Shaynara surged! But none stepped forward.

"Distractions," Gold continued, flicking his wrist. "You are all distractions."

He tilted his head.

"And I detest distractions."

His voice dropped.

"Liar’s Paradox."

The Fold trembled.

The Liar’s Paradox!

It was a self-referential wound in logic. An example to better understand it...was the statement- "This sentence is false."

This sentance...is false.

If true, then it is false. If false, then it is true. A loop. A contradiction. A poison.

Gold shaped his own version of such a wonder!

"The Living Origins are only alive because they are already dead."

...!

HUUM!

A terrifying statement was made.

Contradicting! Unfathomable!

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