Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3882

Chapter 3882: The Living That Are Bound! VI

More wonder bloomed before him!

|You have pioneered your own path like your predecessors. The distinction of an Early Creature resonates more clearly within you. The limitation of 81 Drops of Blood can now be exceeded. Once a Tower of Osmont is completed, the Heart of an Early Creature can begin to be formed. From this Heart, more blood may bloom. |

BOOM!

Noah’s breath steadied.

He watched as the Tower grew, its foundation now singing a tune none had heard before.

A new melody.

Born not from triumph, but from the ashes of everything lost!

The Living Wheel of Existence spun as something new was born.

Noah remained seated as if nothing within or around him had changed- his spine still straight, his shoulders still stilled, but within the heart of his Wheel, existence moved.

From the base of the Infinite Tower, other rubbles stirred.

Blood flowed- his blood- slowly, surely, across a sea of broken brilliance, each drop moving like a sentient current toward scattered shards of the past. Toward the remnants of other Towers.

They waited.

And then... awakened.

From the colorless remnants of the Tower of Quintessence, colorless fragments rose and circled a lone droplet of blood before...

|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Quintessence have been formed from the shells of Mythic Living True Signatures of Quintessence.|

|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Quintessence are constructing the Early Sacred Living Quintessence Tower of Osmont centered around your Blood of an Early Creature.|

A pulse of deep cerulean light answered, and another Tower began to grow.

From the broken foundation of the Tower of Paradox, murky black and gold marble flickered in recognition, and then...

|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Paradox have been formed from the shells of Mythic Living True Signatures of Paradox.|

|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Paradox are constructing the Early Sacred Living Paradox Tower of Osmont centered around your Blood of an Early Creature.|

...!

The Towers began to rise.

Each one.

Slowly.

Gradually.

|Progress of the formation of Towers is slow and gradual due to lack of sufficient authority.|

Even if it was slow, they rose!

As if compelled not just by strength, but by inevitability.

His Wheel shuddered with their growing weight. With structure. With engineering. With control.

Noah’s expression remained serene.

This was not the sensation of dominance. This was deeper. Sharper. Like sliding into the bones of one’s rightful place in a machine they themselves had built. The crafting of something perfectly tuned to his essence. As if every choice, every failure, every drop of blood lost had led to this.

And still the prompts continued!

|Your Atlas is unfathomably bright.|

|Your Living Wheel of Existence begins its transformation under the light of a potent Early Creature.|

|The Early Atlas of the Folds is slowly being born.|

HUUM!

The Wheel spun faster.

Its gears unseen. Its pulse steady.

Noah felt Complexity and Purity rise by the hundreds of thousands with each breath. Not a surge. A quiet, deepening tide. The kind of change that whispered with magisterial glory!

And change needed fuel.

Without so much as opening his eyes, he lifted one hand. Half of the remaining Crownscale Glimmer rose from the Wok in a burst of golden steam, hovering before him like a sacred offering.

He bit into it.

His jaw worked methodically as his throat flexed with each swallow. His aura flared not brightly, but primally. Wisps of multicolored luminance swirled around his seated form, shifting with the age of something that had seen countless weavings of existence and still remained unchanged.

The Towers responded!

The Wheel responded!

They spun faster.

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