Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3857: A True Festival! V

He had known these Folds to be dangerous and unique, yes.

The birthplace of a Living Paradox that defied all dogma. But now, they were resonating with Authority so potent that even Originus Venerants would flinch.

He would mention this to the Honored Living Origin He would elevate these Folds in classification. No longer curiosities. No longer whispers. But a Primary Concern.

They must be studied.

The secrets hidden within the Gravewake...they could not be allowed to breed another.

Another anomaly could not be allowed to rise even before they dealt with the first one!

As Altheon thought this...

”Well, well,” Thauron’s voice rolled out like smoke, thick with mockery and the quiet hiss of something watching too closely. ”It seems, my friend, that the pot has begun to boil over. I think that I would like my payment now. You see, I don’t like surprises, and the unknown has a particularly nasty flavor to it as something ridiculous seems to be happening in these Folds...”

...!

Altheon’s gaze turned upon the creature, his eyes narrowing with distaste!

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Back in the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence.

Hymns.

The echo of them carved the silent stellar space as they were followed by...

Prompts.

|The Infiniverse Wheel of Existence began and ended her transformation into an Early Living Transcendent Infiniverse Wheel of Existence in an instant.|

|All Weavings of the Wheel are transcending to fit the complexity of Living Folds of Existence.|

|The Infiniverse Wheel of Existence has denied the chance to transcend into any Transcendent Living Folds. At a time of its choosing, Transcendence into Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, Transcendent Origin Folds, Transcendent Elemental Folds, Transcendent Spiritual Folds...or any other Transcendent Living Folds.|

...!

Noah read them without blinking, the depth behind his gaze never faltering. The air around him shimmered, light diffusing like a prism around his figure.

He had watched. He had waited. And now he witnessed.

He witnessed Ruination, and he was now witnessing the Infiniverse!

The transformation that many failed at- where countless Wheels cracked under the pressure of their own ideals...had occurred.

And it had succeeded.

It had taken others eons.

The Infiniverse had done it in a breath.

An instant!

And she had done it while denying Transcendence. Refusing to be told where she belonged. Choosing instead to decide for herself later on.

He breathed in slowly.

The Crucible was no longer a still pond.

It was a storm.

And the rest of the Folds were beginning to feel the tremors.

In the stillness that followed the echo of transformation, Noah stood amidst the symphony of the Festival of Existence, his presence calm beneath the glows of many Towers of Origin.

The very air around him vibrated with Living Existential Authority, the hymns of Mythic Living True Signatures overlapping in strange harmonies. It would have overwhelmed most. But for him, it was only the start.

Noah closed his eyes.

There was a soft pulse within the weavings of his existence- an ancient rhythm that beat in perfect synchrony with the one he had crafted so carefully, so intimately. The Infiniverse.

Through the connection between them, he could feel it: the Infiniverse’s transformation was only just getting started.

Instantaneous? Yes. Complete? No.

The True Frequencies, shaped like impossibly vast Spokes within the Infiniverse’s Wheel of Existence, were shifting. Not breaking. Not ending. But metamorphosing.

Continuity. Dreams. Relativity. Manadynamics. Genesis. Prana. Each of them, titanic structures of authority and power, turning and aligning under the momentum of something far greater.

His awareness dipped deeper.

And he saw her.

Not in the way he saw with eyes or even through Existential Sight, but through the connection that bound them.

She had bodies- no, expressions of herself, each one the size of constellations. Massive Mythic illusions of shimmering radiance stretching across domains wider than omniverses, these forms moved with grace and weight that made all of Existence feel small.

In one of these forms, she cradled the Spoke of Continuity like a Mythic Living True Signature holding up a tower!

Verdant and endlessly spiraling, the True Frequency of Continuity pulsed with rich, emerald hues, glowing like a dream recollected on the edge of sleep. And there she was, the Infiniverse, arms wrapped around it like it was sacred, like it was fragile, like it was hers. From her embrace, a Tower of Origin began to form, its bones spinning from the Frequency itself, beams of continuity laced in with the whispering of hymn and purpose.

A sacred construction.

A sacred birth!

And Noah knew this was not isolated.

She would do this again for every Spoke. Each one becoming the backbone for something newer, something grander.

His heart, ever still, ever controlled, trembled slightly.

Because this... this was merely the foundation. A springboard. He could feel that the winds were picking up, curling through the Crucible and wrapping around the many Towers of Origin like eager spirits.

They whispered to one another. They swirled through the seams of the Infiniverse, dragging in torrents of Living Origin Authority as if the Crucible itself had become a living organism- breathing, dreaming, pulsing.

His aura flowed freely across all of them as he continued to produce dull crimson-gray droplets of blood!

|The Transformation of the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence was and remains under the heavy influence of an Early Creature.|

The prompt whispered through the folds of reality like thunder dressed in silk.

|The inclusion and immersion of multiple Living Existential Authorities have paved the way for the Emergence of a shred of the musings of an Early Veiled Shore...|

HUUM!

His eyes opened in surprise.

Slowly.

Burning gold, ringed in black and luminous paradox.

Early Veiled Shore? What was this?

He looked across the Infiniverse Crucible, where spiraling clouds of authority danced across the horizon like celestial waves.

There, he focused on the Infiniverse Body.

Her skin shimmered with tones of all True Frequencies- a living aurora. Her hair was no longer merely strands but rivers of temporal and energetic continuity, coiling around her like serpents made of starlight. She was... not normal by any means. Not Origin. Not Paradox. Not just his. She had become something else.

And still, her hand stretched outward at this moment.

Not to him.

But to Ruination.

Ruination looked up, her golden-crimson wings folding gently behind her. There was something quintessential in her gaze, a residual ache of loss and reunion not quite settled. But the moment her sister reached out, she understood.

She floated forward, her hand sliding into the Infiniverse Body’s without hesitation.

They clasped.

And in that moment...resplendent crimson gold light bathed everything once more!

BOOM!

|The Living Origin, Ruination, has made a Declaration of Living Existential Proliferation targeting the emergence of the shred of the musings of an Early Veiled Shore.|

...!