Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3899: Foundation IV

Within him, the Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont pulsed like a second spine, erect and steady, connecting the weight of what had come before with the uncertain glory of what was forming.

Something ancient was stirring- a beat, a murmur, the whisper of an archaic heart slowly taking shape. The Ventryalis had begun to form. The Heart of an Early Creature!

The beat was yet to fully form, but it was there!

As this process began...

Noah rose with deliberate ease and made his way across the soft sands. The Light around him glowed gently, the swirls of multicolored Living Existential Authority tracing over his bare chest like vines curling around marble. His steps were steady, each movement calculated and unhurried.

He came to stand near flickering towers of white and gold- each one a Tower of Origin, and each crowned with a blazing Living Origin Flames that licked the underside of delicate Glass Woks.

Within them, Sacred Bodies of Early Living Marine Lifeforms turned were turned left and righy in the glowing Sacred Water.

Noah smelled the intoxicating scent from each as he asked lightly, ”Which one is ready?”

His mother’s eyes flicked toward him.

”This one,” Amelia Osmont said, brushing her fingers over the shimmering wok. ”Little Henry’s Tower helped cook it.”𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

...!

Amelia ruffled the hair of her grandchild, this now grown man at the Originus Venerant level as he only smiled!

Noah’s lips curved faintly as he nodded.

He turned his gaze toward the Living Golden Paradox standing off to the side- resplendent, regal, and still, like a statue carved from light and will.

”Moiraine,” he said, voice low and even. ”Bring this Wok. I want to ask you something.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her golden eyes met his, and a soft ripple of deference passed through her posture. With a smooth wave of her hand, light flared gently over the Wok, lifting it from the tower of flame as she followed his steps.

The Sacred Waters sloshed faintly, carrying the fragrant weight of an Eel’s cooked complexity.

Noah walked towards the waters of the shores as behind him, he could hear the whispers of Barbatos and others as they used their newly forged Towers of Origin to prepare the Early Living Marine Lifeforms!

”Little Fish is playing with new toys again,” Barbatos muttered with sharp eyes.

Adelaide rolled her eyes as her voice followed, gentle and unwavering. ”No, his eyes are in cultivation mode right now as he isnt thinking about anything else...”

”Hmm...”

A few women gathered together and continued to whisper.

Kazuhiko sighed as he also looked at this scene, undoubtedly missing his own fiery companion as she was not among those to gain entry into the Early Veiled Shore.

Noah didn’t turn, but his senses didn’t miss a thing. He shook his head slightly.

He had not called Moiraine for play.

He had called her to understand and to plan.

The warm winds licked across his chest as he reached the shoreline, the Sacred Waters brushing lightly at his feet. Beside him, the Wok hovered in the air, steam rising into the air.

A piece of the Eel lifted from the Wok, guided by the same invisible strings of will that stirred existence, and floated before him. He took a slow bite. The flood of dense complexity rolled through him, and the Infinity Tower within him trembled in satisfaction as it began to entirely take this power into itself!

He chewed once. Swallowed.

”Tell me,” he said without looking at her, ”about the structure of the Living Paradoxes.”

Moiraine was looking at him as if he were a bright sun, nodding respectfully as her voice smooth and unhurried, began to echo out in an elegant cadence that carried the weight of deep knowledge!

”Yes, Sir Osmont.”

There was no irony in her tone. Only reverence. She stood beside him like a scholar beside a sacred flame.

”The Living Paradoxes are formed into a few designations,” she began. ”Each one holds dominion over a unique spectrum of the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds depending on their power.”

She extended her hand as she spoke, her fingers slicing gracefully through the golden air.

”The Golden Paradoxes, like myself, then the Silver Paradoxes, the Azure Paradoxes, the Onyx Paradoxes...and a few others that came to be from overflowing Paradox filled with unique variaties and mutations of the Earliest Folds.”

She paused, then added solemnly, ”Above them all are the Royal Paradoxes.”

She lifted her gaze to meet his.

”They are the legacy of the oldest lineage, many tracing back to the beginnings of Paradox itself. The 81 Dukes of Paradox are selected from this ruling class- most from Royal Paradox lines, though a rare few rise from lesser designations through sheer authority. These Dukes serve as the main pillars of the Kleos Living Paradoxical Council.”

Noah nodded slightly. ”The Council is their main seat of power?”

”Yes,” she replied. ”The Kleos Council controls the flow of Paradox across many Folds. Their influence reaches far- through resources, through law, through bloodlines. They control the flow of conflict with other Living Existences and entry into all Battlefront Folds peering towards the Loom. ”

Her voice tightened, crimson flaring in her otherwise golden eyes.

”And now,” she added slowly, ”Diviticus is standing before them. Likely right now. She would be elevated and granted distinction beyond all imagining. That elevation... should have been yours!”

HUUM!

The golden light of her skin deepened into a dusky bronze as her fury barely simmered beneath her composure.

”She devoured a part of your other self. Stole the authority that should never have left your hands. The Council does not even know who you are. They will crown her with stolen merit... without understanding what your distinction truly is! Things could have played out so differently...Living Paradoxes as a whole could have become so glorious! But...”

...!

Noah watched the sea for a long moment.

The water glowed gently with every fold of his breath.

”It’s fine,” he said. ”Whatever I lost was never mine to begin with.”

He turned to look at her then. Calm. Cold. Unbothered.

”Can their holdings compare to my Budding Shore? The saturation of Living Existential Authority alone dwarfs the Dyson Singularity. And I haven’t even begun tapping into the deeper boons here.”

Moiraine looked around, her eyes softening.

She breathed.

She said nothing for a long time. And then, slowly, she nodded.

”But still,” she said at last, ”the Living Paradoxes remain... formidable. Especially the Royal ones. They carry remnants and Inheritances from the Earliest Folds. Their vaults hold relics from a time even other Living Existences only whisper about.”

She exhaled deeply.

”It is how I learned of Early Creatures to begin with. Our records carried the echoes. Records no others ever saw.”

Noah’s nodded lightly.

The Wok floated beside him, its steam rising into the light of a new day.

And inside of him, the soft hum of the Infinity Tower of Osmont continued- growing, beating, and building toward something the rest of the Existence had long forgotten!