Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3844: Towers of Origin! I

Begin!

The moment the word passed his lips, his Living Wheel of Existence stirred.

Not lightly.

Not subtly.

Gloriously.

Quintessentially!

It hummed like the rumbling heart of an old world, and from its luminous core, black gold light surged.

The Lattices of Paradox, each one drawn from the deep structure of reality and existence, rose upward like threads called home.

One by one, they aligned.

Then...

HUUM!

A colossal pillar of black gold Paradox sprang up, etched with woven complexities and radiant strings of meaning.

A Pillar...of Concordance!

HUUM!

Another.

Then another!

The rhythm was ancient. Slow. Methodical. Like watching mountains rise from bedrock. Like watching the first ever singularity bloom.

Each pillar pulsed with weight. Each one demanded structure to remain upright.

Noah breathed slowly.

The pillars were grand.

But raising them was a heavy task as they needed support!

His existence roared as in the next moment, massive illusory humanoid bodies formed from tens of thousands of Lattices began to rise.

Signatures.

Mythic True Signatures!

One by one, nine immense visages of himself shimmered into being.

Each black and gold. Each unique, and yet unmistakably Noah.

They stepped forward, their forms looming like titans carved of burning dusk.

They moved without command, each arriving behind a rising pillar as if summoned by purpose rather than instruction.

Their hands stretched forth.

One for each pillar.

And they held.

...!

HUUM!

The resonance of that act made the Dyson Singularity itself groan as boundless waves of paradoxical light were drawn in.

The ouroboros of paradox between Noah and Moiraine flared, and the sea of concentrated weavings surged toward him, his aura like a well with no bottom.

Other existences may have stopped here.

Other beings would have now been considefed to have formed their base and begun shaping the spire, forming the rest of their Tower.

But for a Living Existence?

This was only the beginning.

The influx of paradox became tidal.

It surged like a supernova pushed through a pinhole- focused, endless, utterly unrelenting.

The Pillars of Concordance began to change.

Black gold deepened to something impossible. Threads of burning paradox etched themselves into the surfaces. One. Two. Then thousands of Lattices began inscribing themselves upon each pillar like veins of impossible language, whispering meaning to the air around them.

The Mythic Signatures that held them trembled with transformation.

Each one began to glow with patterns. Inscribed. Burnished. Consecrated.

And in time, what had been illusory was now becoming real.

Solid.

No longer illusory!

The foundation of the Tower stood.

It did not lean.

It did not sway.

It pulsed with authority.

Then, in the middle of all this...

|An Early Creature is always born with a Tower of Origin. As one with the distinction of an Early Creature, forging one now will aid in the full reclamation of this distinction.|

...!

His eyes opened slowly.

And a faint smile danced on his lips!

The words of the prompt came in and settled.

They settled like the gravity of an ancient star being born.

Within the Dyson Singularity, where paradox swirled like molten stars tethered to no heavens, Noah Osmont stood still- his presence a fixed point around which authority bent.

At the moment of the prompt, the entire Singularity pulsed.

The golden plasma surrounding the Event Horizons trembled as if recognizing something it was never meant to witness.

Waves of Living Paradoxical Authority crashed inward as if responding to a long-forgotten command.

And among those waves, Moiraine, the Foldless One crowned with white gold halos and ancient lineage, quivered.

She did not fall.

She leaned forward, drawn as if by something woven into the folds of her being long before this moment ever came.

Her form, regal and sharp with strength, found itself resting against his chest, her breaths shallow and her skin glowing with paradox.

His aura of an Early Creature, still released at its full intensity, had saturated the space. It pulsed like a sovereign tide. It commanded.

And Moiraine... responded.

Her head pressed against him, white gold strands of her hair brushing across his chest.

Her face, caught in a strange light between intoxication and awe and ferocity, turned upward. Her eyes, vast and filled with the swirling ocean of paradox, met his.

”You...”

The word hung, unfinished. Her voice trembled with power and wonder!

Noah raised her chin gently.

And then...he took her lips into his.

BOOM!

The Singularity erupted.

Three new spirals of ouroboros-shaped paradox surged out from their joined figures.

They coiled outward like quintessential storms with Noah and Moiraine at their very center, their bodies the fulcrum for an overwhelming influx of Living Authority.

The Dyson Singularity’s paradox surged.

In his Living Wheel of Existence.

The black gold Pillars of Concordance around Noah’s Tower of Origin did not merely absorb this storm- they expanded.

The Mythic Living True Signatures, no longer content to merely uphold, grew larger. Their forms thickened, their musculature radiant with Lattices inscribed across every inch of them.

The Living Wheel of Existence that held this entire construct at its core began to swell.

What had been vast was now ungraspable in size, rotating slower, heavier, older- as if existence itself was giving it space.

And at its center....

The drop of dull, aged blood.

The ancient drop that had started it all.

It pulsed once.

And then...

From its surface, a second drop detached.

BOOM!

The pulse that followed could not be described. It was not just an increase in power. It was a declaration. The aura around Noah became denser. Older. More intoxicating.

The Mythic True Signatures responded.

Their backs bloomed with wings- massive, feathered, black gold appendages stretching wide as if to cover the breadth of a hundred Wheels. And then, behind their heads- nine halos each bloomed!

Halos of power.

Halos of authority.

The entire tower’s foundation expanded tenfold. Not simply in size, but in presence. In gravity.

Outsids his body, the tower manifested as it looked incomparably real, and it stretched and devoured the Living Paradoxical Authority all around!

It felt as if the Dyson Singularity had to expand its folds just to make room for what was taking shape.

The Living Wheel of Existence, Noah’s deepest wonder, grew with it.

Growth, expansion, and fortification! Again and again!

Until...

|The Foundation of the Early Living Paradoxical Tower of Origin has been completed.|

|Your True Absolute Existential Resistance of Paradox has reached 100%.|

|Even without the completion of the Tower, your Purity Quotient and Complexity Quotient have spilled past 999,999.|

...!