Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3865

Chapter 3865: Glyph! II

The Dead Wheel trembled.

Living Origin Authority streamed into its ancient spokes, flooding through fractured channels like a river reclaiming the veins of a long-dead creature. Bob knelt before it, his body bowed, his eyes unwavering. Each breath was heavy. Each heartbeat carried strain.

He was giving Living Origin Authority to what had known only death!

But the cost bled through him.

His Authority was vast, newly bloomed, still unfamiliar in its scope. But it wasn’t infinite. It burned hot, radiant with intent, but he could feel the edges fraying. It was not enough- not when what he aimed to awaken had slept for what felt like eons!

So he gave more.

HUUM!

More than Authority. More than essence.

He even gave some of the seed of himself- the bloom that had started it all, that singular beginning that marked him as something more than he had ever dreamed.

He gave it to her.

The Inevitability roared behind him.

A sound of wrath. A sound of hunger betrayed.

It knew.

The price Bob had promised... was slipping from its reach.

The mass of multicolored tentacles writhed violently, slamming into the walls around Bob as it sought what had been denied. But Bob stood firm, his ragged figure shining dimly, barely a silhouette before the towering Wheel.

Half of his weavings as a newly born Living Origin were gone.

He could feel it. As if his own soul had been torn in two, one part beating gently in his chest, the other pulsing within the obsidian wheel that now shook violently.

Then...

BOOM!

Existence trembled.

Light spilled out in an incandescent bloom, weaving through every fracture in the Wheel of Existence. The spokes screamed, then sang.

And from the center, she came.

Waves of light shimmered into form, and out stepped a figure with tan, caramel skin that glistened as if freshly forged. Her hair, dark and long, rippled with strands of starlight.

Three broken white gold halos floated solemnly above her head, and six torn wings, tattered and translucent, fluttered behind her.

Her eyes opened.

Bright. Piercing. White-gold like dawn breaking after endless night.

She looked at Bob, and in that instant, an ever present ache in her chest gave way to a flood of tears.

"Daddy...!"

The word fell like a whisper, then shattered the silence of the Paradoxical Prison as she rushed forward.

Bob caught her.

He staggered but stayed upright, wrapping his arms around her. His trembling hands buried into her hair as she clung to him tightly, her body light but real. Her presence undeniable.

A few times, his chest heaved up and down as he squeezed to confirm all of this was real!

It was real, right?!

His daughter. His light!

"I’m...here," he whispered hoarsely. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my light. For being weak. For taking so long..."

Bob felt countless years of pain and death flash before him.

And her...

Her voice broke as she shook her head, her cheek pressed into his chest. "No. I saw it all. I heard everything. You never gave up. You... you did everything."

His fingers trembled over her back, clutching the pieces of her like a Father who feared she’d vanish again. The warmth of her soul settled against him, anchoring him for the first time in countless ages.

This was it. Everything.

Everything!

But the moment of stillness broke with a hiss.

BZZZT!

They pulled apart in instinct as Bob’s eyes snapped down. Writhing tendrils had slithered silently, nearly touching Liora’s frame and wrapping around her.

The Inevitability had found her.

Its hunger was absolute, its need insatiable. The strands curled hungrily toward the Living Origin power within her.

Bob snarled.

His foot slammed down and his hand flared with raw Authority as he pushed the tendrils back. "No! Not her."

The tentacles recoiled, then struck again, but he stood firm.

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