Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3832

Chapter 3832: End His Beginning! I

Far from the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds.

The Nullvein Gravewake Folds rippled.

They bent with the soft solemnity of a presence arriving where none had expected it. A Presence that should not have been here.

A sliver of pearlescent brilliance unfolded, parting the heavy darkness of a certain region of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds. A new light stepped through, and these folds...knew the touch of a Living Origin!

A male Origin Descendant hovered silently. His figure bore no unnecessary grandeur, only a calm assurance that belonged to those born of Origin itself. His eyes gleamed with intent as his presence anchored within the bleak firmament, the very folds trembling.

He was floating just outside the Veiled Sunfolds!

Beside him, the face of the female Origin Descendant shone from a small singularity of light as she was only here with an observing authority.

Her voice echoed softly, yet clearly. "Truly," she said, eyes widening with awe, "these are Folds forsaken by the Living Paradoxes. Are there so few of them now that they must resort to this?"

...!

The male did not answer her at once. His thoughts were stretched across the fabric of the fold. He extended his aura, slow and deliberate, threading it into the undercurrents of the Veiled Sunfolds and then beyond, a soft radiance spreading like ripples in quiet water.

It was the first time the signature of a Living Origin etched itself into the cold collapse and dark weavings of these Folds!

And his authority spread far and wide.

Soon, a whisper of something met his light.

His eyes flickered.

"Oh?"

The female Origin Descendant in the singularity leaned forward, her light body floating toward him as her tone turned eager. "What did you find, Altheon?"

Altheon, the male Origin Descendant, finally spoke. His voice was steady and deep, a melodic blend of thought and power. "A piece of a Law Wheel of Existence...this is unique."

In front of them, the folds shifted as Altheon made a move.

Light and memory intertwined to form an image- an illusion framed by Authority.

A being stood at the center, calm and tall, his figure wrapped in silvery white light. It was an image showing someone who stemmed from a now dead Wheel of Existence...The Peacemaker!

Alexander Asmodeus!

The sight of him drew silence from both of the Origin Descendants as they observed the Enneagram on his chest.

The light from it was one they recognized!

The alliance between Living Laws and Origins was old, rooted in shared belief and shared purpose.

Since they saw something of their nature in these folds...

Altheon nodded. "It is a Nine-Pointed Law Wheel. Intact and active. I will direct it to the Living Laws and save it from these forsaken Folds should the Living Paradoxes return."

WAA!

He raised a single hand. His fingers curved slowly, carefully. Then they plucked downward.

The Peacemaker, still visible in the illusion, turned his head in alarm. Before he could act or speak, a hand of radiant white gold appeared- a hand larger than even an Omniverse as it was shaped from Origin Authority. It closed around him before he could do anything as he wss plucked away!

"Mmm..." Altheon nodded while continuing to manipulate his authority.

The illusion shattered.

Altheon’s aura expanded again as it continued to spread out across the Folds.

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Far away, near the echo of a broken Crucible, another musing was stirring.

A single black tendril of light shimmered into being. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

It slithered out of a dark pocket of Folds, carrying with it a whisper of finality and a smile lined with madness. The tendril twisted until it sprouted a face.

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