Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3844
Chapter 3844: Towers of Origin! I
Begin!
The moment the word passed his lips, his Living Wheel of Existence stirred.
Not lightly.
Not subtly.
Gloriously.
Quintessentially!
It hummed like the rumbling heart of an old world, and from its luminous core, black gold light surged.
The Lattices of Paradox, each one drawn from the deep structure of reality and existence, rose upward like threads called home.
One by one, they aligned.
Then...
HUUM!
A colossal pillar of black gold Paradox sprang up, etched with woven complexities and radiant strings of meaning.
A Pillar...of Concordance!
HUUM!
Another.
Then another!
The rhythm was ancient. Slow. Methodical. Like watching mountains rise from bedrock. Like watching the first ever singularity bloom.
Each pillar pulsed with weight. Each one demanded structure to remain upright.
Noah breathed slowly.
The pillars were grand.
But raising them was a heavy task as they needed support!
His existence roared as in the next moment, massive illusory humanoid bodies formed from tens of thousands of Lattices began to rise.
Signatures.
Mythic True Signatures!
One by one, nine immense visages of himself shimmered into being.
Each black and gold. Each unique, and yet unmistakably Noah.
They stepped forward, their forms looming like titans carved of burning dusk.
They moved without command, each arriving behind a rising pillar as if summoned by purpose rather than instruction.
Their hands stretched forth.
One for each pillar.
And they held.
...!
HUUM!
The resonance of that act made the Dyson Singularity itself groan as boundless waves of paradoxical light were drawn in.
The ouroboros of paradox between Noah and Moiraine flared, and the sea of concentrated weavings surged toward him, his aura like a well with no bottom.
Other existences may have stopped here.
Other beings would have now been considefed to have formed their base and begun shaping the spire, forming the rest of their Tower.
But for a Living Existence?
This was only the beginning.
The influx of paradox became tidal.
It surged like a supernova pushed through a pinhole- focused, endless, utterly unrelenting.
The Pillars of Concordance began to change.
Black gold deepened to something impossible. Threads of burning paradox etched themselves into the surfaces. One. Two. Then thousands of Lattices began inscribing themselves upon each pillar like veins of impossible language, whispering meaning to the air around them.
The Mythic Signatures that held them trembled with transformation.
Each one began to glow with patterns. Inscribed. Burnished. Consecrated.
And in time, what had been illusory was now becoming real.
Solid.
No longer illusory!
The foundation of the Tower stood.
It did not lean.
It did not sway.
It pulsed with authority.
Then, in the middle of all this...
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