Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3801

Chapter 3801: Unique Origin I

Many eyes were still locked on the Gardens.

On what was left of three lives that had just bloomed and vanished in under a minute.

And then, Master Hannibal’s cold voice cut through the reverent silence like the final stroke of a guillotine.

"They have returned to the light of the sun."

He turned, his figure wreathed in a restrained halo of authority.

"Their sacrifices will not be in vain. Now we understand the level of threat before us. Choose your Archetypes."

Without waiting, his body pulsed- dense with power, his golden Lattices like living blades folded over him. His steps did not pause. He moved directly toward the Cubes.

And with that, the spell was broken.

The other Primarchs stirred, the dread in their hearts overtaken by urgency.

The faster they claimed a Cube, the rarer the Archetype, the greater their chance of survival.

Feet began to move.

Rushing. Choosing.

But not Noah.

He walked forward slowly, calmly, his crimson-gold eyes flickering across the field of cubes. A thousand runes within each triangular marking danced before his gaze, ever-changing and difficult even for his mind to fully decipher.

His expression remained unreadable.

Beside him, Sigrid raised her hand to sign something- her face inquisitive.

But before she could begin, Noah glanced over and smiled.

"We’re in a new space now where you have even been able to walk by yourself," he said softly. "Why don’t you try speaking again?"

She blinked.

Then tilted her head.

"...What do you mean...!"

A sound.

A glorious sound!

The sound that came out was music.

Her voice- gentle, melodic, yet piercing with clarity- rippled across the Labyrinth. The very frequency of it tugged at the strings of reality.

Noah’s ears buzzed.

All around, Primarchs stopped mid-step. Heads turned. Eyes widened.

It was as though a celestial choir had spoken into the bones of existence.

Sigrid froze, hands covering her mouth as if she’d said something wrong, then suddenly smiled. Brightly. Radiantly.

"I can hear my voice..."

It was simple.

It was profound.

It was freedom.

"I! Can! Speak!"

Her voice exploded out again, echoing like a siren through the square space.

BZZZT!

The 50 Golems twitched.

They did not act, but many heads turned toward her, those white masks subtly tilting in response.

The room turned tense.

Sigrid shrank slightly as she let out a cough, moving behind Noah protectively.

She scooted closer to Noah again, whispering like someone hiding from trouble.

She whispered to herself to make sure that she really could hear her voice, even musing that this was her voice, even though she did not remember it.

After she confirmed this again and again, she proceeded to look at Noah and ask the question that she had wanted to sign.

"So, um... how many Archetype Points do you have? Mine seem...off."

Noah’s eyes narrowed, tone calm as he replied, "That’s not something we should share out loud."

He looked left and right- Master Shen too engrossed in evaluating Cubes, Master Hannibal radiating sharp intent in his own selection, and then leaned in towards Sigrid.

His hand gently pushed Sigrid’s dark hair back from her ear, his breath brushing lightly against her skin as he whispered.

"I have 200."

A pause.

Her skin felt a tingle as her eyes shone with light.

She then seemingly steeled herself before she looked around with clear eyes to make sure others weren’t listening, and then...