Novel Full Chapter 4235: Rebuke! I
Chapter 4235: Rebuke! I
A fortress of blue and gold light, covering a space that was easily half the size of the Fold they had been searching for. It was a thing of impossible beauty and terrifying power, a declaration of dominion in a realm that should have had none.
They were alarmed. They were shocked. They were, above all, utterly bewildered. The lead Honored Living Law, his form trembling with the shock of the discovery, instantly sent a message, a desperate, frantic cry for guidance, to those above him, to the very heart of the Transcendent Law Folds!
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In a corner of the Heart of Law, there was a place of profound, cathedral-like silence.
It was a realm carved from the very concept of absolute law, a sanctuary where the chaotic whims of existence were not permitted entry.
Vast pillars of pristine white marble, each one veined with intricate lines of shimmering gold, rose to support a ceiling that was not a ceiling at all, but a luminous, featureless expanse of pure, structured light.
Unlike the stark, functional design of the Juridical Sanctum, this was no prison; it was a temple, a testament to the beauty and majesty of Law itself!
In a central chamber so vast it could have contained a small Folds, a constellation of massive, marbled white thrones was arranged in a grand, circular conclave.
Some were filled with the silent, imposing figures of the Dukes of Law, their forms radiating an authority that was as constant and as unyielding as gravity.
Others sat empty, silent monuments to beings who were elsewhere, engaged in the endless work of maintaining the structural integrity of reality.
At the center of this gathering, floating in the still, heavy air, was Royal Law Tristesse.
Her dark hair was a stark, beautiful contrast to the brilliant white of her robes, and her expression was one of cool, professional confidence.
She had just concluded her report on the mission to the Desiccated Sleeping Shore, her voice echoing with a final, resonant note in the profound quiet.
For a long moment, there was only silence as the assembled Dukes contemplated her words.
Then, a voice, deep and resonant as a striking gavel, emerged from one of the thrones.
It was Duke Justinius, a being whose form was so perfectly symmetrical it was almost painful to look at.
"You have done well to confirm the path, Tristesse," he began, his tone a perfect balance of praise and scrutiny. "But you say you let the holders of the Enneagram, the very keys to this endeavor, go on alone? Unaccounted for?"
The question was a sharp, pointed blade in the calm of the chamber. Tristesse’s smile, however, did not waver. It was a bright, confident expression, the look of a being who had already calculated every possible variable.
"Alexander Asmodeus is unaccounted for, it is true," she conceded, her voice a smooth, melodic current. "He is unique, an anomaly whose path is his own. But Seraphina... Seraphina is ours."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "She has been raised with us. Her allegiances are with our laws, with our ways. The moment I send her a message, a single, coded pulse of my authority, she will tell us exactly where they are and what they have found. She is our anchor in his chaotic current."
The Dukes seemed to accept this, their collective auras humming with a grudging approval.
Another Duke, a woman whose form seemed to be woven from threads of pure, silver light, spoke. "And what of the events in the Transcendent Origin Folds? What we saw in Concordia was...contradictory and alarming. They being named Osmont, or was it Osmontian? The one who wielded the authority of The Dead and displayed power far beyond his supposed station."
The name Osmont struck Tristesse with the force of a physical blow. Her mind, a flawless engine of logic and calculation, raced. Osmont. Alexander Asmodeus. Both from the same insignificant, backwater minor Fold, the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
How? How could one forgotten corner of existence produce two such reality-bending anomalies? Her perfect composure cracked, just for an instant, a flicker of genuine shock in her otherwise serene eyes.
What had she missed?
But before she could voice this sudden, unsettling connection, before she could even begin to process the implications, the very fabric of the chamber rippled.
A new figure appeared, not with a grand entrance, but with the quiet, efficient finality of a verdict being delivered.
Another Royal Living Law, her face a mask of urgent gravity, materialized in a flash of structured, silver-white light. She floated near Tristesse, her gaze sweeping over the assembled Dukes.
"A report is coming in from the investigative team in the region of Collapse where the Minor Fold, the Nullvein Gravewake Folds once resided," she announced, her voice crisp and clear. "The Fold is still gone. But in its place... a new structure has risen."
HUUM!
A low murmur, a sound of collective, controlled surprise, rippled through the conclave.
"A structure of that magnitude, appearing in our regions without our knowledge? Unacceptable," Duke Justinius declared, his voice a low growl of displeasure.
The newly arrived Royal Law continued, her voice painting a picture of impossible architecture. "Our observers describe it as a fortress of sorts, a bastion of blue and gold light that radiates an immense, ordered power, yet its design corresponds to no known authority. Maybe a Principle. It is vast, covering nearly half the area of the original Fold, and seems to be... growing."
...!
The Dukes exchanged glances, their minds racing through the strategic implications. Tristesse’s thoughts, however, were a maelstrom. The Nullvein Gravewake Folds. The origin of both Alexander and Osmont. And now, an impossible, unknown fortress appears where it once was!
"This cannot be left to lower-level observers," a Duke whose throne was carved from a single, flawless diamond declared. "We will go ourselves."
A few others nodded in agreement, their forms beginning to shimmer with the light of impending travel.
Tristesse’s interest, once a cool, professional curiosity, was now a burning, all-consuming fire. "I will go too." she declared, her voice ringing with a new, intense purpose!