Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 3881

Noah sat alone on the sands.

His back straight. Shoulders still. Eyes fixed on the slow rhythm of the mist-veiled tide.

The others had already begun to move, Ruination drifting like a crimson whisper through the haze, Moiraine a celestial blade glowing faintly.

Yet Noah remained as he was.

Still.

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The sea lapped in distant silence, but the air around him was dense. It carried the weight of loss.

And beside that loss... the soft sound of a Foldless One’s stunned eyes.

Moiraine.

She stared at Amelia Osmont with parted lips, her eyes wide. Her form stiffened when she heard the words from Amelia’s mouth referring to the Early Creature, Sir Osmont, as her Son!

"Moiraine, right?" Amelia’s voice was kind and direct as she walked over. "Where are you from?"

A casual question.

As if she were merely a mother... meeting a woman her son had brought home.

But Moiraine wasn’t casual. She lowered her head, white-gold flames circling her shoulders as she bowed with respect.

"If you are the mother of the Early Creature," her voice was steady, "then you are owed more respect than I can express. I was once a Living Golden Paradox of the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds... but now, I am nothing but the retainer of Sir Osmont."

She raised her gaze with conviction.

"I serve his will."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. Then softly laughed. "Sir Osmont?" She looked at her son from the corner of her eye, shaking her head with exasperation. "Just call him Noah. Or Osmont. He’ll prefer either."

She knelt beside one of the Schrödinger’s Boxes and patted the top with one hand.

"Come," she said gently. "Help me with these."

Moiraine hesitated for only a moment before moving forward, her hand lifting to press on the etched runes of one of her boxes. A white-gold light flared, and with it, the soft hiss of release. The top shimmered, and from within, a limp white eel floated upward- its Basic Glyph of Water dim and still.

As the boxes opened, another figure walked over.

Ruination.

Her crimson-gold form shimmered with tight restraint as she walked toward the pair. She bowed her head lightly.

"Mother," she said respectfully also, her voice gentle. "May I?"

Amelia glanced between them and gave a small nod.

The moment permission was given, Ruination’s aura surged, crimson gold threads blooming like a sunrise into the body of the dead marine creature.

A prompt flashed before all present.

|The Living Origin, Ruination, has made a Declaration of Living Existential Proliferation targeting the corpse of the Early Living Marine Lifeform.|

...!

The glyph on her forehead burned with light, matching the pulse of Existence.

Seconds passed, and then...there were two!

Two identical eels, hovering in quiet reverence above the sand, suspended in Ruination’s grasp.

"I will help you prepare them," she said quietly, offering the fish to Amelia with a nod.

Amelia smiled and beckoned them toward the Wok.

Moiraine watched this whole scene with shining eyes as she did not question why so many Living Origin were here.

She had already seen Sir Osmont, thr Early Creature, utilize Living Dimensional Authority!

So why would Living Origin Authority or Living Origins be a shock?

Movement began all around at this moment.

Others shaped sand into glass. Tools. Containers. Blades. They worked under the mist, guided by rhythm.

Noah watched it all, expression calm.

Then he closed his eyes.

And turned inward.

He drifted down, far below the flicker of surface thoughts into the core of his Wheel. Into the heart of his being.

There, the wreckage of what was once majestic lay in stillness.

His Towers of Origin- some destroyed, some fractured, stood like ancient trees struck by quiet lightning. The Infinite and Origin Towers of Origin were reduced to gleaming rubble. Others leaned with splinters of half-built lattices, their integrity eaten by betrayal and blood.

Half a drop of his Blood...taken from him!

Gone.

Taken instead into Diviticus.

Noah exhaled slowly, the weight deep in his chest quieting to something cold and reflective.

He was not unfamiliar with loss.

Not unfamiliar with betrayal.

But...

"Is not failure the greatest sculptor?"

...!

He did not smile.

But the sharpness of his loss had dulled. Beneath it, a new shape was forming.

Let them devour half a drop.

He had many left.

And failure?

Failure was not the end.

Failure was the clay.

His mind buzzed with possibilities as...

"I will not rebuild what they took," he whispered into the darkness of his existence.

"I will build what they cannot even conceive."

HUUM!

His eyes opened, gleaming with quiet violence.

He looked at the towers that had survived. Those that still stood proud within his Wheel.

And with one word...he ended the rest of them.

"Break."

The command rippled outward with no anger. No regret. Just intention.

The Mythic Living True Signatures that upheld each surviving Tower flared for a breath, and then shattered. Their pillars crumbled. Their light winked out. In moments, everything was rubble.

A prompt shimmered in front of him.

|You have destroyed all Towers of Origin budding from your Wheel of Existence.|

The Wheel was silent now. Naked.

Except for the Blood.

He looked to its center.

There, 80.5 drops of the Blood of an Early Creature rotated in solemn orbit. Each drop pulsed with quiet potential, waiting.

He raised his hand.

One drop stirred.

It floated outward toward the rubble of the Infinite Tower of Origin.

At his will, it released dull crimson tendrils that stretched into the ruins, wrapping them like vines returning to a dead forest.

The stones shook.

And from the rubble...

They rose.

Figures.

Statues- massive, humanoid, and magisterial. Their skin carved of cerulean glass, their faces marked by ancient halos, their limbs scribed in glyphs that shimmered with runic authority.

From their backs unfurled wide wings, glass-veined and luminous.

They knelt.

And then raised their hands with utter glory.

The rubble stirred.

It floated, drawn upward as though by memory alone. Slowly, deliberately, it began to reform. And at its center, glowing with soft authority...

The drop of blood.

Prompts flashed incessantly!

HUUM!

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

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

...!

The Tower began to rise.

But it was not like the others.

This one felt inevitable. Rooted in his soul. Pulled from the very core of who he was.

Osmont.

Not just a name.

A path.

A lineage!