Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3847

Chapter 3847: Towers of Origin! IV

Absolute Fictional Transcendence!

The True Sources supporting it had been evolving tremendously, growing alongside him as now, paired with the dreadful purity of his Early Creature distinction, he could feel them begin to reach into weavings previously beyond reach.

His perception widened.

A new window bloomed.

He was being mentioned. His weavings were stirring the outside- beyond the Dyson Singularity.

He exhaled slowly, his face buried in Moiraine’s fragrant visage. His hands stilled for only a breath. And as he held this Paradoxical being whose breath buzzed under his touch, he let his thoughts cast outward.

’Let them whisper. Let them speak my name. I will listen.’

Even as his fingers tightened once more at the edge of her Paradoxical robes.

Even as he drank in more of her impossible authority.

He could explore such power, and simultaneously... listen to what existence had begun to say about him.

—

Outside the sealed brilliance of the Paradoxical Dyson Sphere, a sea of luminaries waited.

They stood arrayed like ancient constellations made flesh- Foldless Ones in towering, impossible forms, vast and abstract.

Some with wings formed from flowing runes, some with ever-turning eyes for heads, some draped in flowing paradoxes.

They loomed around the vessel tethered to a golden-winged slime, a creature whose sluggish pull carried more authority than common Originus Venerant creatures from Fold Dwellings.

All eyes, regardless of their number or orientation, turned toward the swirling, opaque sphere of golden paradox where sight failed.

They gazed in silence, the sphere a roiling wound in space none could pierce as their vision was not able to obeerve what was happening within that Singularity!

Among them, Aetheron stood, silver hair framing a face that had not yet been weathered by patience.

His crimson eyes flickered with both brilliance and irritation as he leaned ever so slightly forward, arms crossed behind his back. His voice rang out in a low tone casually meant for those nearby to hear.

"This glorious Young Paradox we all whisper about," he muttered to Oryzarakh with a sneer, "should have finished by now. Forming a Tower of Origin under a Dyson Singularity should be a matter of seconds. Is this great Young Paradox incapable of even that?"

...!

Oryzarakh turned to him slowly, his glacial face unreadable.

But in the fold between moments, a private message echoed through Aetheron’s thoughts, coiled with weight and warning.

"You little fucker."

HUUM!

"Know what you can and cannot say with your little jealousy."

"You are who you are. Others are who they are. And if you poison your breath with envy, you will forget how to breathe entirely."

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Aetheron’s jaw tensed as the words curled deep into his mind like smoke from a holy fire.

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