Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3988

Chapter 3988: The Blade of a Shore! IV

Her body radiated no obvious waves of terrifying power, no manifestations of authority that would have warned observers they were witnessing something beyond normal capability.

Her identity as a Paradox was clear and unmistakable, yet this revelation carried negative rather than positive implications for those who observed her advance.

Even though she moved without support, even though she faced odds that should have resulted in immediate annihilation, her voice rang out with declarations that spoke to certainty rather than desperation.

"I am mighty!" she voiced with grand authority that made the surrounding temporal streams flow faster in recognition of truth being proclaimed.

HUUM!

The words carried weight that transcended their simple meaning, each syllable backed by power that had been earned through sacrifice and transformation!

Even though she approached her target alone, even though common sense demanded she wait for support that would never come, she continued her declarations with growing intensity.

"I am his blade!" she said, her voice taking on notes of devotion that spoke to loyalty beyond the reach of doubt or fear.

The statement was personal...she was not merely a weapon to be wielded. She was the manifestation of someone’s will given form and directed purpose!

Even though isolation marked her as abandoned by those who should have stood beside her, even though the hostile gazes of her supposed allies promised only contempt for whatever fate awaited her, she completed her proclamation with words that rang across the battlefield like a law being established.

"I am his Arch. I am...MOIRAINE!"

WAA!

The declaration erupted from her with such force that reality itself seemed to take notice, temporal rivers shifting their flow to accommodate her!

At such words, she moved to face the Dead Existence head-on in a scene that nearby Living Existences observed with expressions of cold satisfaction.

They did not see any flash of a Branching Tower rising behind her to provide support and tactical advantage.

They witnessed no manifestation of the normal seas of Paradoxical Authority that characterized how Paradoxes typically expressed their power in combat situations.

They saw only Moiraine approaching the massive Dead Existence with casual confidence, her small hand beginning to swipe downward toward the enormous bony fist that the creature raised to crush her out of existence.

The contrast in scale was almost comical...a relatively small figure moving to intercept a blow that could have shattered mountains, her delicate hand positioned to meet bone that radiated deathly authority capable of unmaking entire civilizations.

"Dumbshit Paradox," a distant voice belonging to a Living Spirit echoed across the battlefield, the words carrying the particular contempt reserved for beings whose stupidity exceeded all reasonable bounds.

"Who does she think she is to fight among us?" The voice of a Living Elemental joined the chorus of derision, hatred dripping from each syllable like acid eating through hope itself.

"Best to die early," came the most damning assessment of all, delivered by a Living Origin from the very armies that served under Duke Gwendolyn’s command. "Maybe a decent Inevitability or Living Collapse will arise from her death that isn’t completely imbecillic."

...!

The sentiment was shared by many present...Paradoxes were not merely disliked...they were actively despised by other Living Existences, their very existence seen as a contributing factor to the endless proliferation of Inevitabilities that made progress toward the Loom so achingly difficult.

Years of conflicts and accumulated resentment had crystallized into hatred so pure it transcended rational assessment, becoming an emotional constant that influenced every interaction between Paradoxes and other Living Existences!

So at this moment, none cared for Moiraine’s welfare, and many actively hoped for her swift death. Perhaps from her ending would arise more useful forms of chaos, Inevitabilities that would serve some greater purpose rather than representing yet another example of Paradoxical incompetence.

This was the universal sentiment that greeted her desperate charge...not support or encouragement, and instead anticipation of failure and death delivered with the casual cruelty of beings who had long since ceased to view Paradoxes as worthy of basic consideration!

Noah gazed at all these reactions with eyes that buzzed with tyrannical coldness, his enhanced perception taking in every hostile expression, every dismissive comment, every casual wish for his chosen companion’s destruction.

Yet he only stared coldly and remained silent, offering no defense or explanation for what was about to unfold.

Sometimes, one did not need to speak.

Sometimes, results spoke far more eloquently than any words ever could.

As Moiraine’s fair hand came down upon the massive rising fist of the Dead Existence, something extraordinary occurred that challenged every assumption the observers had made about her capabilities and limitations.

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