Novel Full Chapter 3896: Foundation I
Chapter 3896: Foundation I
The role of the one looked down on was not new to Noah!
Beside him, Sigrid merely tilted her head. The ringlets of her pale dark and white hair caught the light, gleaming like a halo of frost.
"You don’t need to worry about that," she said. "As long as you play your part. And is a Sponsor really needed if you and other Living Origins will constantly be watching my back?"
Altheon did not argue.
"I understand, Young Miss," he said, bowing his head slightly. "I will get started."
His luminous figure shimmered and faded.
The golden haze blanketing the frozen domain dissipated slowly.
And all around them, time returned to its flow.
The Masters of Existence and Primarchs stirred once more.
None of them knew. None of them even noticed. Their expressions remained unchanged, their thoughts continuing along paths interrupted only by the barest blink. As if no pause had ever occurred.
They resumed looking around, eyes filled with anticipation and awe.
Noah’s gaze swept over them. These beings, powerful as they were, hadn’t even realized their existences had been paused. That their threads had been severed for a single beat of judgment. He shook his head slowly.
"They don’t even know," he muttered.
His thoughts turned. If Altheon had tried to freeze him...
Would he have succeeded?
The Glyph of the Protagonist spun in quiet brilliance against his forehead. It glowed with pride, with defiance. And deep within his being, something ancient pulsed. Something that did not yield.
An Early Creature could not and should not be frozen by one less!
Not completely!
As he thought this, in the next instant...
BOOM!
The skies shattered like brittle crystal above them.
The frozen clouds of radiant frost cracked apart as the heavens split, and from the void, a towering doorway unfolded. White-gold and endless, etched with runes of Living Origin so intricate they seemed to whisper to the soul.
The Gateway to the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds had appeared.
Altheon’s voice thundered once more, this time cold and clear, stripped of all earlier warmth.
|The Gate is open. Victors of the Labyrinth- pass through, and you shall arrive in the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds.|
HUUM!
All around, Masters of Existence and Primarchs turned to one another. Their bodies blurred into streams of celestial light, surging toward the shattered glimmering skies!
Excitement. Purpose. The promise of battle and treasure- of progression!
Among them, Master Neinoro turned back, casting his long calculating gaze at Sigrid and Noah.
He bowed low toward Sigrid, the curve of his spine as smooth as oil.
"I hope none of my earlier actions caused offense, Honored Miss," he said, tone silken and insincere. "In the Folds ahead, if you require help... I will ensure all of us are ready to assist."
Then he turned his face toward Noah and nodded, his smile slick.
He turned and ascended, a stream of white light vanishing into the gateway as others from the Law Folds followed in his wake.
Noah watched him go without blinking.
His eyes then slid to Kalysta and Master Etheopa.
They stood silently beneath the branches of frost-laden trees, gazes lifted toward the open gateway above. Wonder and hesitation shone in their eyes.
He floated toward them, a bit of pity flashing in his eyes as he spoke to them.
"If you go through," he said, voice calm and cold, "expect no kindness. You are from Folds overseeing by Living Paradoxes. That alone will make you targets."
Kalysta’s expression darkened, but she nodded.
Master Etheopa stepped forward, her face grave.
"We will wait," she said. "Until Master Shen and the rest of of those from the Veiled Sunfolds reach this domain. We’ll go with numbers... not alone."
Noah nodded once.
Then he turned, ignoring the glimmering brightness in Kalysta’s gaze as it trailed after him.
He returned to Sigrid and stopped at her side.
"Let’s go," he said. "To the Battlefront."
"Mmm..." Sigrid spared one last glance and a nod to Kalysta and those of the Veiled Sunfolds before she went ahead.
Together, they ascended. Two figures- one crowned in tyranny, the other in fate- rising toward the threshold of the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds.
And while such a thing happened, Noah smiled as he sensed something lock into place.
Something bloomed inside of him- deep, vast, monumental!
And with it came a prompt. Clear. Absolute.
|The Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont centered around your Blood of an Early Creature has been arduously and gloriously forged through the complex fuel of the Early Living Marine Lifeforms stemming from the Early Veiled Shore.|
|Your Complexity Quotient and Purity Quotient have both been increased by +500,000 from the completion of this single Tower of Osmont.|
|Since a Tower of Osmont is completed, the Heart of an Early Creature can now begin to be formed. The resources required for its completion are unknown, but expected to be exceedingly high.|
...!
Noah remained composed- eyes narrowing, mind threading through implications with practiced ease. Yet within, a deeper tide stirred. One he did not voice. One he rarely acknowledged aloud.
Satisfaction.
And hunger. Hunger to exceed and overcome himself even more!
A breath later, he turned his thoughts inward.
—
In the Early Veiled Shore.
Warm mist clung to the vibrant cerulean sands, curling around pale spiraling shells that shimmered with embedded runes older than most Folds had ever recorded.
Waves kissed the shoreline in patient cadence, the surface of the waters glowing faintly with the dissolved battle of Early Living Marine Lifeforms. The scent of them lingered in the smoked, seared, and devoured.
Their residue now steeped the air in complexity and purity so concentrated that lesser beings might suffocate!
Seated at the heart of it all was Noah!
His upper body lay bare against the glimmering sands, the sharp lines of his body carved in living starlight.
Around him, tendrils of multicolored Living Existential Authority coiled and writhed like serpents.
And Noah, seated in stillness, remained with his eyes closed.
Until it came.
BOOOOM!
A booming ringing! Like a temple bell ringing across the span of existence itself tolling in recognition. A low, cavernous reverberation rolled through the Veiled Shore!
And from Noah’s seated figure...something rose.
A titanic structure burst into manifestation around him- blinding cerulean light arching into form with such reverent majesty that even the horizon bent to accommodate it.
The Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont!