Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3937

Chapter 3937: A Twitch! II

As Noah observed his own transformation and the elevation of Moiraine in the Early Veiled Shore, the reverberations of their advancement would eventually ripple across the vast expanse of Existence itself.

Eventually.

But they were not the only ones experiencing fundamental change in this moment of existential significance.

Existence is vast, unexplored, and filled with wonder beyond the comprehension of most conscious beings.

What many commonly know and understand represents but a mere fractional facet of the true Weavings of Existence that stretch across infinite possibilities.

In these grand unexplored territories dwell countless entities who are exceptional in their own right, masters of their own fables, beings whose choices carry weight that affects far more than they could ever imagine.

And in the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, a countless distance away from the conflicts and revelations unfolding elsewhere, such choices were being made that would reshape the very foundations upon which some parts of existence operated!

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In the Heart of Paradox, nestled within the deepest regions of the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, lay a domain of wonder.

Stellar obsidian and gold rivers of Living Paradoxical Authority flowed through the landscape in patterns that hurt to observe directly, their currents carrying contradictions that made reality itself seem uncertain of its own nature.

At the center of this impossible realm stood a massive statue that dominated the horizon with its sheer presence.

The figure was carved from materials that existed in states of perpetual contradiction, its form both solid and ethereal, ancient and newly forged.

In its hands, it held a weapon that defied rational description….an obsidian infinity symbol whose very existence seemed to challenge the fundamental weavings governing reality.

The robed statue wore a crown that pulsed with its own inner radiance, its features carved into the likeness of a terrifying Paradoxical Emperor whose gaze overlooked everything within this domain.

There was something unsettling about those stone eyes, as if they contained awareness that transcended the merely artistic, consciousness trapped within unchanging material that watched and judged with paradoxical patience!

Yet where its gaze fell now, thousands upon thousands of terrifying Living Paradoxes circled a certain area with wills of power that made the surrounding air shimmer with barely contained authority.

The assembly was unprecedented in its scope and significance- thousands of Prime Living Paradoxes formed outer rings of observation, while close to one hundred Honored Living Paradoxes occupied positions of greater prominence.

Among these Honored beings stood Gold, his form radiating the particular brand of ancient authority.

But even he, for all his accumulated power and wisdom, showed deference to the ten figures who commanded the ultimate positions of authority in this gathering.

Duke Elagabalus sat grandly upon an obsidian throne constructed from hundreds of miniaturized Wheels of Existence, each one pulsing with its own rhythm of contained reality.

His terrifying obsidian-gold hair flowed like liquid metal around his shoulders, while his crimson-gold robe seemed to absorb and reflect light Paradoxically!

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