Novel Full Chapter 3894: Sin of Association! III
Chapter 3894: Sin of Association! III
The cold branches of Yggdrasil pulsed lightly above the glacial winds, and beneath their shimmering white canopy, silence descended in ripples.
The air no longer trembled with chaos or battle.
It hung suspended by something far more absolute!
The domain that had moments ago crackled with the tension of potential violence, with the quiet hope of transcendence and ascension, now pulsed with anticipation. Dread. And awe.
The figures of Masters of Existence and Primarchs, scattered across the white expanse, stood tall and triumphant. Some had fists clenched in quiet victory, others looked skyward!
They had heard the words of a Foldless One.
They had been granted passage to the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds!
To them, this meant only one thing- hope for advancement. The hope of finally breaking through.
The hope of continuing to build the elusive Tower of Origin in a realm where even the smallest step forward was paved with suffering and the waves of failures.
Devouring another Master of Existence was the easiest route. Hannibal had taken it, brazen and brutal. But that too had ended. Few could tread that path openly and survive the consequence in many Folds that had Living Existences seeking to impose order.
It made it truly difficult to raise one’s power if they could not devour others!
The rest clung to whispers of panaceas. To glimmers of Existential treasures. To slivers of Inevitabilities.
They had seen the proof in this Labyrinth.
Even the Imitation Mutated Inevitabilities had yielded treasures that allowed for a rapid rise in power.
The real ones stemming from actual Inevitabilities in the Battlefront...would offer more!
They hungered.
And as they had such complex emotions...
HUUM!
Without sound, without flash or warning, a golden wave struck out instsntly across this domain.
WAP.
It was soft, almost elegant in its delivery. But its effect was undeniable.
All those expressions- the elation, the anticipation- froze.
Literally.
Every figure, every swirling authority, stopped.
Master Neinoro. Master Etheopa. Kalysta. All Fold Dwellers here!
Weavings of Existence that had once pulsed with boundless pride dimmed like dying stars. Faces blank. Bodies rigid.
Frozen in the golden wave’s grip.
Noah’s head tilted slightly.
His eyes sharpened as he recognized the authority of the Living Origin, Altheon, who had just spoken grandly!
The same fucker that tried to kill his body of Ozymandias- how could he forget his signature aura?
Sigrid stood beside him, unflinching and untouched.
They alone remained aware, unfrozen.
Noah’s weavings pulsed gently in his body, intricate layers of Authority adapting instantly, dancing with unseen threads. Not even his eyelids flinched.
But deep inside, he analyzed.
Altheon’s authority had swept across this domain in a whisper and paralyzed all within it without even alerting their senses. It was an authority dense enough to suppress Masters of Existence and Primarchs alike in a moment of stillness they didn’t even know had occurred.
Fascinating.
The Glyph of the Protagonist at his forehead spun slowly as it registered the scale and rhythm of the action. Hundreds of thousands of lattices aligned silently in his mind.
A moment later, the figure began to descend- layered in blinding white and gold, ancient and impossible- he needed no introduction.
Altheon.
He looked stern as he voiced out.
"I have followed the commands of the Young Miss," Altheon said as his luminous body took full form- his halos and wings flashing gloriously, "and permitted her to complete the Living Origin Labyrinth in its entirety."
His gaze swept the realm.
And then paused.
Upon Noah.
The look was not violent. Nor respectful.
It was displeased.
Altheon’s eyes narrowed, his tone flattening.
"I would have frozen you as well... but the attachment the Young Miss bears for you is clear. It is the sole reason you remain standing."
Noah smiled.
Openly.
Calmly.
He simply looked back- his mind already measuring the authority used to paralyze the others, calculating what level of resistance it would take to undo it... and how long before he could wield such power himself.
Beside him, Sigrid was still as a blade. Her golden-white eyes shimmered with frost as she looked upon Altheon with no deference, only thoughtfulness.
Then, she spoke.
Her voice was not emotional. It was steady. Resolute.
"I will not return to the folds of the Honored Living Origins."
BOOM!
Altheon’s expression cracked.
Not in anger.
In a sense of frustration and grief.
His glow rippled, wavering as he lowered his gaze briefly. "Young Miss... I am bound to serve and protect you because of your status as I will listen to you. But I am also a Living Origin. There are oaths I-"
"Listen first," Sigrid interrupted, lifting her hand.
It was not a request. It was an Order!
Even Noah looked at her closely now, his gaze slightly narrowed as he saw Sigrid speak authoritatively towards a Living Origin- as if she was more...confident and sure of herself.
Of her identity.
Sigrid continued, her voice cold and sharp. "Among the Living Origins, only a few Prime Living Origins like you... and a handful of Honored Origins... know of my existence."
She stepped forward, chin high, every line of her posture screaming Order. "My disappearance was a blessing. No one knows I’m alive. Which makes me safe. Letting my identity be known again puts me in danger as I am sure you understand what the resurgence of a Living Order represents. The Living Order. What would Living Paradoxes do if they knew? Other Living Existences?"
HUUM!
Her words settled like a cold mist. Altheon’s glow dimmed.
And then, the true edge of her voice came forth, low and full of dreadful knowledge.
"Can you say with certainty... that all Living Origins are aligned? That none have allied themselves to other Living Existences? That none are bound to the Living Paradoxes?"
Altheon’s golden frame pulsed with power!
"No," he said quietly. "That is...not possible. I do not believe—"
"You don’t believe," she cut in again, "but you also don’t know. You can’t know."
Her eyes gleamed with a glow both terrible and majestic. "I am becoming the Living Order. The Living Order. I can feel things now that I couldn’t before. Paradox has not faded. It festers pervasively now as it did in the Earliest Folds. Just like before, Paradox is widespread...and Inevitable!"
WAA!
She said such words as at this, Noah couldn’t help but smile and speak out.
"When it comes to Living Paradoxes mixing with Living Origins, I know a bit about this..." he said, voice lazy and light. "There’s a Young Paradox stemming in the Paradoxical Folds...said to be the offspring of a Living Origin and a Living Paradox."
Altheon’s body pulsed in a terrifying manner at these words as if they could not be true!
The air around him pulsed. His hands buzzed as his voice turned into a sharp whisper!
"Who? Who is that?!"
Altheon had his weavings swirl as he thought of the Young Paradox he nearly killed.
Ozymandias!
If they are born of both Paradox and Origin... then that would explain a little of their mutation on why they do not produce Inevitabilities!
Even Sigrid’s eyes flickered with interest as Noah shrugged faintly. "I don’t know much. No Fold Dwellers do. Just that the Young Paradox has two names. One’s Ozymandias."
BOOM!
Altheon’s body stiffened.
Noah looked him dead in the eye.
"The other," he said, voice calm as still water, "is Aetheron."
...!