Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3912

Chapter 3912: Choices! III

Royal Origin Calypso stepped forward, the radiance of her form diffusing across the battlefield like a balm over open wounds.

Where her bare feet touched the twisted foldscape, the strands of reality shimmered, weaving themselves back together in gentle pulses of violet-gold light.

With a single flick of her finger, the decaying Origin of Vorellion was stilled. His unraveling ceased. The rhythm of his ancient purpose resumed, however feebly.

Her eyes swept across the field. Altheon. Shaynara. And Bob.

She lingered on the latter with the faintest spark of interest, then turned her gaze outward.

The battlefield was ruin. But not in the traditional sense of ash and flame. No, the deaths of Living Origins birthed a different kind of aftermath.

In their place stood crystallized echo-groves of trees with translucent leaves humming with fractured memory, roots that tangled through the fold beneath them, feeding on the echoes of unfinished beginnings.

White mist bled from them, curling into runes that could never be read twice the same way. And above each grove floated a single radiant sphere- the final beat of the Origin who had died, still pulsing in search of the purpose it was never allowed to complete!

Calypso exhaled a long breath. "What a bloody waste."

She looked up then, eyes falling upon Honored Gold, who remained elevated above the field, unmoved and unworried. Dozens of Living Paradoxes floated around him like silent stars in orbit. Their forms flickered in and out of clarity, their Authority humming together in deep synchrony.

Paradoxes had purposefully come together.

And what happened...when Paradoxes came together?!

Calypso whistled.

"I haven’t seen a Tower of Inevitability in a while. Did I really scare you that badly?"

WAA!

Honored Gold said nothing. He didn’t need to. His silence was a blade. Cold. Surgical. His aura, merged with the Prime and normal Paradoxes around him, pulsed in deliberate waves, each one drawing in paradoxical authority!

They were summoning it.

They wanted an Inevitability!

Calypso tilted her head, a smile playing at the edges of her lips.

"If I had come alone," she said sweetly, "this might have actually gotten troublesome."

She lifted one hand into the air and pointed up.

"Thankfully...I invited a friend."

The shift was immediate.

Honored Gold’s expression, previously etched in stone, cracked. His eyes flicked upward.

The Fold above them split open.

Out of the tear, a woman descended.

Or rather, she fell. Headfirst. Her body suspended upside down as though gravity had forgotten its place in the conversation. Long dark hair spilled out around her like unraveling ink across a blank page. Her skin was pale, flawless. Her features were delicate, almost too symmetrical to be natural, framed by the luminous white robe that hugged her form without ever actually touching her.

She smiled.

A bright, dangerous smile.

The aura she emanated struck silence into the battlefield.

Because it was not Living Origin Authority nor Living Paradoxical Authority!

It was...

Living Law!

A Living Law!

Unlike any other presence on the field, hers wasn’t oppressive through weight. It was clarity sharpened into a command- the promise that things would be as she declared.

She hovered midair, still upside down, spinning slowly as her eyes glinted with power.

"I was told a treasure of the Living Laws had ended up coming from this delightful little dump," she said. Her voice was light, lilting, far too amused. "Which was, if I’m not mistaken... your finding, Little Altheon?"

...!

Altheon flinched and nodded.

The Living Law spun once more, flipping upright in the blink of an eye. Her smile deepened as she focused on Altheon.

"You give my dear Calypso here some good news- which she still refuses to share with me- and then send me a child repeating that he only wants peace from these folds. And yet..."

She opened her arms wide to the carnage.

"Here you are. In the middle of everything. Just what recent entanglements have you gotten yourself into, Altheon?"

...!

Altheon offered no reply to such a question as he truly could not say much!

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