Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 3838: Living! II

Not too far from Noah’s inner workings of the Wheel.

In a simple field on a peaceful farm tucked within the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence.

Noah’s body, one of many, lay cradled. A golden white robe of infinite threads shimred faintly around him. His mother, Alia Osmont, sat with his head in her lap.

White light poured from her hands, wrapping around his face, his brow, his chest.

His head, once graying and hardening, now glowed with living warmth.

His eyes opened.

They were bright. Calm. Familiar.

Alia let out a breath she had been holding far too long. Her shoulders fell in relief, her fingers brushing through his hair as she murmured, "Just who was daring enough to try and take my refuge away from ?"

Her voice was soft.

But the tone beneath it was not.

Noah looked up at her with a slow smile. "Just so beings that do not know what they do not know."

Alia’s white brilliance flickered, a quiet anger dancing in her gaze as she straightened her spine. Her voice remained calm as she added, "Bring their bodies to use as fertilizer when you are done with them, okay?"

WAA!

A storm hid behind her words.

Noah blinked, then gave the smallest nod.

"Okay."

And in the fields of peace, the warmth remained.

—

In the Living Origin Labyrinth, within a realm brimming with ancient power, one of Noah’s bodies lay cradled by Sigrid.

Her forehead rested gently against his, a touch that had once felt simple but now brimd with sothing indescribably imnse.

The calcification over his head began to crack, then lt away entirely, dissipating like frost in the presence of morning sun. Warmth radiated from his form, an ethereal heat that soaked into the air and caused the entire space to shimr.

Sigrid’s eyes flew open. Her breath pulsed as she felt her own energy being drawn into him, threads of her essence willingly weaving themselves into his. A bright white-gold light blood between their foreheads, filling the wide chamber with an overpowering radiance.

Her body trembled. Every runic tattoo that adorned her, etched symtrically over her arms, back, and torso, pulsed as though startled awake. Their light flickered, their forms shifting. Her forehead separated from his abruptly, and she drew back just enough to et his eyes.

"You’re... okay?" she whispered, her voice fragile with awe and confusion.

Noah opened his eyes slowly, and they glead with a runic tattoo upon his forehead- a sigil complex and powerful beyond asure!

He smiled, his hand reaching up to gently pat her head. "I’m alright," he said softly. "Though it feels like I may have taken sothing from you."

Sigrid shook her head at first, as if to dismiss the notion. But she stilled suddenly, caught in a trance.

Her eyes, now clouded with a dazed heat, searched his face. "Why...do you sll so good?" she murmured.

Her hand touched his chest as though seeking sothing vital within. A pull unlike anything she had known took hold of her, her energies drawn to him by instinct, by design. Her tattoos began to vibrate again. Symbols hidden across her skin surged to the surface, glowing.

"I feel..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Restrictions are breaking. So of my mories... they’re returning!"

HUUM!

In another region of the sa labyrinth.

Altheon and Shaynara floated with focused solemnity, white-gold brilliance arcing like lightning between them.

Together, they honed their combined Authority in one singular direction.

"Paradoxical resistance is high as he seems to be protected by Living Paradoxes even now," Altheon said grimly. "But within monts, we’ll sever his beginning."

His words were bright.

His bearing heavy!

But then, the impossible happened.

BOOM!

A blinding, dreadful aura of rejection exploded from the folds. It was vast. It was ancient. It was wrong.

It struck Altheon like a tidal wave, shoving him back. He grunted, his composure montarily lost. Shaynara was forced away, her Authority severed, her breath caught.

...!

"What happened?" she cried in shock as she looked around.

"Did he reach Originus Venerant?!"

Altheon didn’t answer at first. He held his hand out, examining it as it felt sore!

And he...saw a scar forming on the palm of his hand. A marking!

A scar.

An impossible thing. And yet there it wss.

His expression turned grave. "No," he said finally. "That wasn’t closure. It was sothing else entirely."

His gaze hardened. "We must send word to the Pri Living Origins. To the Honored One. A Living Paradox that does not produce Inevitabilities has entered the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds."

He exhaled. "All Living Existences need to know."

HUUM!

—

Across the musings of the Folds.

Back in the Infiniverse Crucible, the Infiniverse Body still held Noah’s body against her, her embrace glowing with transcendent power. Around them, a colossal multicolored Wheel spun ever faster, its spokes humming with Authority.

And then...

A pulse.

Warmth.

His head, once graying stone, lit with radiant clarity. His eyes opened, and the mont they did, the Crucible stilled. All things paused to witness.

He exhaled softly.

And with that exhale ca an ancient heat, one that passed through the Infiniverse Body’s skin, her bones, her very lattice of being. Her form trembled. Her brilliance intensified.

The Wheel behind her began to solidify, its edges gaining weight, its structure turning real. It pulsed with her.

She looked down at him, voice breathless.

"Master..."

Noah t her gaze, and what she saw in his eyes made her existence halt.

They were the eyes of sothing new, and yet they were also sothing older than the Folds, older than the Wheels, older than ti!

They were the eyes of a budding Creature!

Noah’s archaic eyes, those ancient pools of brilliance that seed to gaze from a ti older than mory, settled upon the figure before him. The Infiniverse Body, radiant and unwavering, stood close. With a hand lifted calmly, he pressed two fingers against her brow.

A ridiculously simple action.

And yet...

BOOM!

A burst of heat like the breath of a paradoxical sun tore through the Crucible. It was not fla as known by Foldless Ones or Fold Dwellers.

This was a catalyst- an enzy for the musings of Existence itself!

The heat twisted around her Lattices, not burning but coaxing. Not consuming but nourishing.

The Infiniverse Body’s form trembled.

A torrent of brilliance surged from her as dozens of Existential Dinsional Lattices blood one after another, spinning and pulsing around her body like luminous petals around a celestial core.

Ruination, nearby, gave a cry like tal shattering and reforming. The heat reached her too, binding itself to her Frequencies of Ruin. Her form elongated, empowered, her own Lattices blooming into clear existence without hindrance as they proliferated madly!

One by one, every being within the Crucible felt the rush. The wave of ancient heat passed over them and they paused.

Their very weavings beca more ordered, more complete. Many tried to speak, but could only look to one another with the sa question in their hearts as they felt the complexity and purity surging upwards madly as if enriched by an unfathomable object!

They asked themselves...

What the hell just happened?!