Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3836

Chapter 3836: End His Beginning! V

Within the wheel of Noah’s existence.

The voice of the Living True Source of Quintessence rose. Deep, calm, and filled with unshakable gravity.

"Our state is critical," Quintessence declared, stepping closer to the spinning core of the Living Wheel, which now bore creeping lines of gray calcification. "We face an attack not in flesh, nor in light. It is a weaving of existence that does not require one’s presence- only the echo of a name and the print of a record."

He raised his hand as if to illustrate, and a thin ripple danced across the gray edges of the wheel’s core.

"A strike from an entity whose complexity and purity exceed our own by hundreds, perhaps thousands of times. A strike whose method bypasses defense, because it attacks through what we have done and who we are known to be."

The seated figures watched, each clothed in their own hue. Tyranny, still and regal in purple. The Protagonist, golden eyes gleaming with cold ambition. Cheats, tapping a finger against his chin, calculating possibilities. Paradox, a flickering shadow of gold and black.

"Even Originus Venerant entities would fall to such a strike," Quintessence said quietly. "And yet..."

His words lingered.

"We did not."

All eyes turned toward the heart of the wheel.

The area of calcification trembled- faint, but trembling. From beyond it, thin waves of black and gold Paradox washed forth. Waves of white brilliance crashes down.

They flowed like ocean tides, rising again and again, fighting the spreading gray.

"We did not," Quintessence repeated. "Because others are holding us."

His Mother. Sigrid! And...

"Two Foldless Ones are also pouring their strength into us. We are being shielded by paradox itself."

He turned slowly, looking to each manifestation of Noah seated around the wheel. "They intend to push us toward becoming Originus Venerant. If we attain it, this attack will lose its fangs. It will fail to breach the wall of closed-off existence."

His shoulders lowered, the weight of inevitability pressing into his words.

"But there is not enough time."

Tyranny narrowed his gaze, and even the Protagonist went still.

"There is not enough time," Quintessence repeated.

He lifted his hand and pointed. Toward a figure robed in flowing white.

"Thus, we shall take a risk," he said, his voice now hard as stone. "It is not truly a risk, but the only path before us."

The white-robed figure rose, his movements gentle but sure. Light clung to him, quiet and complete.

"You," said Quintessence, eyes locked onto him. "You are the Living True Source of Origin. So how could our beginning and purpose be extinguished while you yet exist?"

A heavy silence fell, pierced only by the faint thrum of the wheel.

Origin nodded. "The reason we have not crumbled to ash is because I am here. One Living Origin cannot so easily erase another. Not when that Origin is housed within us."

Quintessence gestured. "Come."

Origin stepped from his spoke, the threads of white drawing behind him. He floated forward, until his bare feet touched the calcified edge of the core.

"We require more," Quintessence said. His gaze shifted. "Paradox. Come."

The shadows stirred. From within the folds of the golden black spoke, the Living True Source of Paradox rose. Light bent strangely around his figure as he moved, his body obscured in part, revealed in others. He said nothing, but his presence echoed with a thousand conflicting truths.

Paradox took his place beside Origin.

Then Quintessence spoke again, his voice ringing across the spokes like a bell across water.

"Wrath!"

Flames ignited from a distant spoke. The True Source of Wrath stood, crackling with red and black fire.

"Chronos!"

Time shivered, and the True Source of Chronos emerged, draped in robes that shifted through ages.

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