Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3830

Chapter 3830: Journey Into The Unknown! III

Golden brilliance poured across the space around them, an endless tide of paradox that bled into every lattice of their surroundings.

The last ripple of the Transcendent Foldpath ebbed, and the final boundary was crossed. As if the entire sea of paradox had been holding its breath, there came a stillness. Then...silence.

Noah’s eyes glimmered, already adjusting to the overwhelming sight as he sensed the shift.

His distinction as the Weaver of Existence- an authority layered with golden and black threads- trembled with longing as it sought to understand. The runes etched in his bones flared with heat, and his Living Wheel of Existence began to spin.

It hummed with a deep and surging anticipation. Like a heartbeat of something that had always been waiting.

True paradox!

His mind flooded with prompts.

|The light of Paradox senses an extremely complex and pure brilliance similar to it.|

|The Living True Source of Loot rises up to observe.|

|The Living True Source of Cheats wakes from its slumber.|

|The Living True Source of the Protagonist watches with anticipation!|

|The Weaver of Existence is making an assessment of the current environment.|

The environment finally resolved into clarity.

He was standing atop something wide and solid. For a moment, it seemed like a pillar, but he knew better. He knew the feeling of the structure beneath him.

It was a Spoke.

A Spoke of a Living Wheel of Existence.

It stretched far into the distance, vanishing into golden haze. His gaze couldn’t reach its end. The weight beneath him sang with paradox, the air laden with layered densities that made each breath feel like it was pulled from an ocean of paradoxical wonder.

All around, the sea of paradox gleamed. Not metaphorically. They were literally within a golden ocean of Folds, with Existence twisted into brilliance.

And then, his gaze rose higher.

They were not alone.

Twelve beings stood in silence, encircling the Spoke as it seemed demarcated in their encirclment.

They were tall- impossibly tall. Some appeared as towering humanoids stretching hundreds of meters high, yet when Noah blinked, they were as vast as galaxies. Light-years wide. Sometimes, just wheels of fire and shadow given form!

Foldless Ones.

Each one radiated a majesty so deep it could only be described as quiet horror. Their forms looked forged from the broken bones of ancient Wheels of Existence, skin like folded starlight, their eyes whirlpools of spinning gold or pitch black.

Out of the many races of beings Noah had seen, Foldless Ones were so far winning in terms of how otherworldly and ethereal they looked.

As if they were far above anything and anyone else!

Some bore one wing of obsidian, some had two golden wings folded behind them, and others had no wings at all- just the burning crest of paradox behind their heads.

But every one of them held a Spoke in their hands as if they were holding a spear. Spokes with the authority of Frequencies of Existence!

They looked...like warriors or soldiers standing guard over the gate of something deeper.

Their robes were pale white. Simple in color, yet Noah could feel they were woven from threads pulled out of paradox itself.

And the moment that he, Moiraine, Oryzarakh, and Aetheron appeared...

The twelve titanic Foldless Ones turned. And without wasting a breath, as one...they knelt!

BOOM!

The tips of their spears crashed down upon the larger Spoke they stood upon, the ring of impact echoing like a chime across the golden ocean.

"We welcome you back home, Great Golden Paradox, Moiraine Valoria."

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