Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3845: Towers of Origin! II

The air grew still for a heartbeat.

Then the Mythic Living True Signatures raised their heads.

Their eyes closed.

Their mouths opened.

And out came hymn.

A hymn!

It was no language known.

It was paradox- sung.

The Hymn echoed across the Dyson Singularity!

”There is no center, there is no edge,

We are the ripple, the stone, and the pledge.

To be is not to end the not,

But to hold both flame and the thought it forgot.”

”All truths are lies in veiled disguise,

And lies, the roots where meaning lies.

Two paths diverge, we walk them both,

For paradox is our only oath.”

”The fold folds in what should unfold,

Time eats its child, yet grows not old.

We are the loop that bites its tail,

The song that breaks what silence veils.”

”You seek the start, yet start is change,

The road ahead loops back, estranged.

We move not forward, nor do we fall-

To move is simply to recall.”

”We are not one, nor are we two,

We are the question that answers you.

The voice before the speaker came,

The ash, the breath, the unborn flame.”

HUUM!

Each line was intoned in chorus and in staggered spirals all at once, as if space itself was breathing the hymn through them!

One Signature was humming, another whispering, another thundering, until the full hymn circled and folded back into itself endlessly!

Each voice different. Each voice old. Yet somehow, they sang together.

From the halos behind them, beams of black gold light descended, converging in spiraling patterns that formed the first layers of a towering spire- incandescent and immovable.

The Tower of Origin did not rise. It unfolded. Like it had always been waiting for a long, long time.

It reached upward. It shone outward.

And all around it, Living Paradox wove itself into the marrow of the thing, making it not just a structure, but a commandment of existence.

Noah watched it unfold.

He could feel his complexity nearing something unfathomable.

Something far beyond the cusp of mere, early Originus Venerant.

And this...

This was only one tower.

One concept.

He had over 150 True Sources waiting.

And each one would demand a tower of its own!

Tremendous waves of energy surged.

They poured into him like rivers breaking through a dam, like time collapsing into itself, drawn in to finalize the forging of a single yet monstrous Tower of Origin.

Beween him and Moiraine...

Their lips were still joined.

But amid the endless hymns, the roaring storm of paradox, and the growing brilliance of the cosmos around them, Moiraine began to stir.

Her intoxication did not end all at once, it peeled back layer by layer, until at last, her lips gently parted from his, a soft string of molten gold paradox trailing between them before it broke, dissipating in the air like stardust.

Breathless, her gaze dazed but laced with sharp clarity, she asked while looking at the terrifying tower unlike any she had seen before, ”Is it done? Is your Tower finally complete?”

...!

Noah’s response was a calm blink.

And then, with a smile laced in quiet arrogance and tyranny, his voice came low and smooth, holding the weight of command and the edge of something quintessential!

”I am...just getting started.”

WAA!

Before her response could form, his lips were on hers again.

The Dyson Singularity howled.

A fourth, fifth, and sixth ouroboros of paradox formed- no, roared into existence, encircling them with spiraling currents of Living Authority so dense, so complex, that the entire chamber quaked.

Moiraine melted.

She, a Foldless One of terrifying stature and dominion, crumbled into his hands like soft dough under flame. Her body pressed into his, every part of her trembling as her own weaving of paradox responded wildly to the storm he commanded.

Then....

BOOOOM!

The Tower manifested fully.

It was no longer mythic. It was no longer suggestion.

A massive spire, like a titan’s sketch of a structure that shouldn’t be, bloomed into full reality.

It emerged behind Noah and Moiraine, vast and blinding in scale. Its walls were woven from interlocking lemniscate symbols- black and gold eternity intertwining endlessly, curving upward to a single sharp apex that pierced above.

The hymns of the Signatures deepened. Their halos flashed. Their wings rose.

And the Tower was complete.

|The Early Living Paradoxical Tower of Origin has been formed.|

|Its sheer size, stature, and complexity is 10 times more than that of a Living Existence, and 100 times more than that of a Normal Existence.|

|With this Tower, your Existence is secured from distant outside influences.|

|The True capabilities of a Tower that is both Early and Living are being calculated and quantified.|

...!

Each prompt rang like a bell inside him.

Within his Living Wheel of Existence, he turned his focus inward- past the tides of power, past the swirling sparks and blood.

There, in the center of it all, stood the tower. His tower.

Monolithic. Alive. Early.

And then...

”Let us make space for the next ones, hmm?”

A single sentence. And the Wheel responded.

BOOM!

From its vast center, 9 black-gold pillars rose- Pillars of Concordance formed from the Living True Source of Quintessence.

Then...

BOOM!

Another 9 pillars surged skyward, those of the Living True Source of Infinity.

Then...

BOOM!

A third set rose in solemn grandeur- those of the Living True Source of Origin.

The foundations began to form. The Wheel of Existence shook with growth, its radius multiplying, its complexity and purity surging far beyond what had just been accomplished.

With each foundation formed, something ancient pulsed.

Another drop...of blood.

Then another.

A third. A fourth. A fifth.

Each one bloomed within the Living Wheel as dull crimson-gray droplets of blood. Ancient. Heavy. Impossible. The weight of Existence, condensed into a history older than time.

Noah’s aura grew deeper.

Denser.

So vast that even the Dyson Singularity groaned with the effort of containing it.

And then...

A flicker in Moiraine.

Still linked to him, her lips parted from his, her breath catching.

From the depths of her own weaving, something broke loose.

A wall!

It shattered.

A radiant hum erupted from her skin, her weavings bursting with golden white paradoxical light as a breakthrough, small in size but infinite in implication, swept through her existence!

Her eyes widened.

She was ascending, even just slightly, by being near him.

And he?

He hadn’t even truly begun!