Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3800

Chapter 3800: A Quintessential Place! III

The first of the Primarchs stepped forward.

A lithe woman with a crown of coiling hair touched one of the floating crimson-gold cubes- specifically, a cube with a rune marker that never remained still. It flickered like a snake on glass, its runic triangle constantly shifting.

And for a flicker of a moment, Noah’s eyes narrowed as he parsed the meaning.

Cold.

Something buried beneath the surface of frost. Of stillness. Of ancient glacial ruin.

Or so he believed from what he could decipher.

The moment the Primarch’s hand met the cube, it pulsed.

BOOM!

The crimson-gold light exploded into her chest like a heartbeat made of ice and radiance. She stumbled a step, then steadied herself with wide eyes.

Noah caught the expression. Euphoria. Surprise.

The other two Primarchs moved quickly.

Each chose a cube and touched it, their selections less chaotic, more instinctive.

Light streamed from the cubes, curling into their chests with sharp flashes.

One breathed in deeply. The other laughed under his breath while they shook their head.

From the side, Master Shen raised his gourd but didn’t drink. "So," he said lazily, "what’s changed?"

The first to speak was a stocky, bronze-skinned Primarch whose voice carried the resonance of shattered mountains.

"I received the Basic Living Origin Garden Archetype: Warrior. The Garden’s weaving says it’s melee-focused, purely. Resistance Archetype Points will turn it into a juggernaut. Brute force. Massive defense. Close-range superiority. No Weavings of Existence would get past ny defenses once the Garden is cultivated enough."

...!

Next came the lean, emerald-eyed man with sharp features. "Mine’s Basic as well," He said. "Living Origin Garden Archetype: Archer. It’s built for range. With enough Archetype Points, I can shoot through anything. Even the millions of Existential Dimensional Lattices of an Originus Venerant can potentially be pierced through!"

WAA!

Then, the Primarch that Noah had been watching all along stepped forward.

The cube she’d chosen, bearing the frost-rune, had visibly altered her aura.

"I was given something different," she said, breath still uneven. "It’s not Basic. It’s a Rare Living Origin Garden Archetype..."

Her voice lowered, like she couldn’t believe her luck.

"Frost Mage."

...!

Around her, cold began to swirl.

Master Shen’s eyes gleamed with interest. "Distribute your points," he said simply. "Let’s see what these Gardens can do when our authorities are nullified."

The Frost Mage Primarch nodded, and then something... shifted as she looked within.

"I feel it," she said, eyes closing. "Inside me... there’s now a garden. A small one. Illusory vines flowing in every direction waiting to be activated."

She paused.

"There are pathways. Points I can place down one after another. Every ten... seems to unlock something significant."

She lifted a hand, and cold gathered.

"Ten points unlocked the first ability. The initial nine increased my levels of Energy and Authority of Living Origin Authority, and the tenth point...a weapon from my Garden. The [Ice Staff Bud]."

A white-blue staff materialized in her hand, its shaft covered in swirling runes that screamed of freezing intent. The runes resembled complex Existential Dimensional Lattices, but none Noah had seen before.

Noah watched closely.

Not common Authority.

Something else entirely.

Living Origin Authority- complex and pure in its own right!

The Primarch continued, her voice hushed with wonder.

"I spent twenty more points. I opened new energy pathways. My Garden responded further. I gained boosts to regeneration, faster existential casting, and speed of attack. Then..."

She raised her hands.

WAA!

Nine spheres of crystallized frost flared into existence and began to orbit her like loyal stars.

"...I unlocked the Exclusive Frost Mage Garden Bud: Autonomous Frost Orbs."

The air around her dropped in temperature as her body shimmered with condensed cold, woven by her Living Origin Garden.

The others watched in silence.

Master Shen scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting..."

The Warrior Primarch grunted, slamming a foot into the ground. Crimson runes flared across his arms, and a massive crimson-gold mace formed in his hand. His frame bulged as power coursed through him, his aura like that of a rampaging ancient beast.

Beside him, the Archer Primarch manifested a gleaming verdant bow, humming with verdant threads of light that seemed to lock on to distant targets not even present.

Both of them had unlocked basic Archetypes. Each had between 30 to 60 Resistance Archetype Points, giving them formidable starts, but far from the tier Noah suspected the Masters of Existence would reach.

Still... the power was real.

At such a time.

A cold voice rang out from the side, composed but brimming with subdued authority.

"Go," Master Hannibal commanded. "Test your might. Engage the golems ahead with this new Living Origin Authority. Let us see how the Gardens of those with your level of power perform under pressure."

...!

A beat passed.

The three Primarchs, now brimming with Living Origin Authority and Archetype resonance, shared a look.

Then they stepped forward, moving past the central ring of cubes, crossing into the zone where fifty white-masked crimson gold golems stood tall and silent.

Their crimson-gold armor glinted like molten brass, and none had moved since the beginning.

But now?

Now they stirred.

Noah exhaled softly, his hand tightening slightly on the rope still connected to Sigrid.

This... was about to get interesting.

The three Primarchs stepped beyond the ring of cubes, their new Archetypes pulsing through their bodies like second heartbeats.

The moment their feet crossed the midpoint...