Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4315

Chapter 4315: Resplendent Citadels! I

A Royal Living Origin, his form a shimmering, white-gold beacon of pure genesis, floated beside her.

"Origin Ama," he whispered, his voice a mixture of awe and dawning horror, "is... The Early Creature, Osmont, the same Osmont you had an... interaction with at the Kleos Concordat?"

Gias’s pure white eyes, which held the light of a billion nascent stars, turned to him.

She did not speak, but her glare was a physical force, a silent, furious question that screamed, Why are you asking such stupid fucking questions?

The Royal Living Origin flinched, his own brilliant aura dimming under the weight of her unspoken rage.

A sour, bitter mood settled over the entire contingent of Living Origins. They all remembered. They all remembered the quiet, confident words of Duke Whisker.

He had warned them. He had told them to treat Osmont with a caution that bordered on reverence, to not assume they understood his origins. And Origin Ama Gias, in her pride, in her absolute certainty of her own authority, had not listened.

This dumb bitch.

And now, that same entity, that anomaly they had sought to command, was the very being who held one of their most precious, most powerful assets: The Young Miss, Sigrid. The Resurgence of THE Living Order!

They gazed at the massive, blue-gold fortress, at the impossible, beautiful structure that had risen from the ashes of a forgotten Fold, and for the first time in eons, they felt... helpless.

Regret. It is a poison for which there is no antidote, a wound that never truly heals. It is the ghost of a choice not made, a path not taken.

And it is a weight that even beings of immense, immeasurable power cannot escape. For Origin Ama Gias and the Living Origins, it was the bitter, undeniable truth that their own arrogance, their own pride, had led them to this moment of profound, helpless uncertainty!

But regret, as always, amounted to absolutely nothing.

In another section of the void, among the shimmering, silver-white forms of the Living Laws, Royal Law Tristesse’s face was ashen. She floated towards the more powerful Dukes, her usual bright, confident smile gone, replaced by a mask of cold, dawning dread.

"Osmont," she whispered, her voice a low, urgent hiss that was for them alone, "is the... friend of Alexander Asmodeus. Both stemmed from the same Folds that used to be in this region of Collapse. You don’t think... Asmodeus is also an Early Creature, right? He is with Seraphina right now, obtaining the Inheritance of THE Living Law!"

...!

The Dukes of Law exchanged glances, their minds, flawless engines of logic and precedent, racing through the terrible, beautiful implications.

They looked at the fortress, at the Sparks, and then at each other. Their conclusion was a silent, unanimous verdict.

"We must cease the assault," Duke Justinius declared, his voice a calm, absolute command. "And ensure that no one else is foolish enough to continue. For now... we need to start a dialogue."

They wanted to communicate. And they were not the only ones.

In a quiet, forgotten corner of the region of Collapse, the figures of Schrodinger and Leonore Rureaux were in a flicker of paradoxical light, their presence so potent, yet so perfectly contained, that they were invisible to all but the most focused observers.

Schrodinger’s gaze was fixed on the blue-gold fortress, a profound, almost analytical, interest in his ancient eyes.

"I tested Osmont. I checked to make sure I wasn’t dealing with an Early Creature as the result was negative, even though I continued to be doubtful..."

At such words, Leonore’s eyes flashed.

"Then Herald, It seems for that one moment you were wrong. Though it is not possible for you to be wrong, because no Early Creature, a Living one anyways, should be on this side. All Early Creatures are either in THE Loom, or we are about to meet many of them when they walk past The Veil to begin decimating The Living. Since he cannot possibly come from THE Loom, is he a Dead Early Creature? A Prime Dead Early Creature?"

BOOM!

...!

The possibilities she pointed out are terrifying to think of as at this moment, the eyes of Schrodinger flashed with a sense of power and certainty as he uttered out...

"We can only be straightforward and check then. It’s about time that I have a sit down with Osmont again. Though this time, we can make our identities....clear."

WAA!

Schrodinger’s playful demeanor vanished. His face became a mask of cold, grim resolve. He nodded.

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