Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3900

Chapter 3900: Foundation V

The hum of the Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont never ceased. Its weavings echoed within Noah’s core of Existence, an unrelenting pulse that matched his breathing, that devoured the complexity of the sacred Eel flesh he continued to consume. With every beat, it rose higher, inscribing the Glyph of Infinity across its surface!

Prompts passed across his vision as this continued.

|The Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont is 2% closer towards the Second Stage, The Sacred Totem.|

|The Ventryalis – The Primal Root Atrium of Echoes, the first part of the Heart of an Early Creature, is less than 1% completed.|

A part of him scoffed inwardly.

One tower. Just one, out of more than one hundred and fifty possible Towers of Osmont, stood formed at the First Stage.

And of the ancient, archaic heart his Lineage demanded, not even one part had finished taking shape!

But still, something was happening.

He could feel his Complexity and Purity erupting like roaring floods, tens of thousands of Source Units rising every second within him.

It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t normal.

Others had needed to commit atrocities to reach this stage.

He thought of Master Hannibal, who had consumed entire Fold Dwellers and gnawed on them with guiltless precision just to push his quotient forward. That was the brutal truth for most Fold Dwellers. Progress came at cost- bloody, bitter, and loud.

And then... there were the Foldless Ones.

Living Existences like Moiraine.

She stood not far from him, her golden hair shimmering with dusted light as she traced runes in the sand, her posture fluid and elegant as always.

He turned his head slightly toward her, his voice smooth but heavy with presence.

"If you compare yourself to the most powerful Originus Venerant Fold Dweller... how would the difference feel?"

She blinked.

Moiraine’s gaze lowered to the sand beneath her bare feet. For a moment, the air between them shimmered with restrained power.

"Sir Osmont," she said softly, "the difference would be like this sand. I could fold it or crush it between my toes without a thought."

Her words landed with a silence that carried weight, and yet Noah’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

That was what he expected.

There were tiers even among Living Existences.

Normal Living Existences, Prime Living Existences, and Honored Ones! The path stretched further still.

He gave a faint nod. "Okay. What about other Living Existences. Are their hierarchies similar?"

Moiraine shifted slightly, one hand brushing the air as sand at her feet rose up- nine great runes spinning in place, each one burning with faint impressions of power. Her fingers moved like a conductor commanding a symphony of Runes.

"For the most part, yes. Living Origins, Living Laws, Living Concepts, Living Elementals- they follow a structure similar to ours. Each has 81 Dukes that sit atop their governance councils- what we call the Kleos Living Council."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as one of the sand runes sparked crimson and splintered into jagged branches.

"Though... the Living Spirits and the Living Temporals insist on their own structure. They always had to be different. Difficult. Over the eons, they abandoned the Kleos Hierarchy."

She paused before speaking again, her voice clipped with distaste, yet controlled.

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