Novel Full Chapter 4312: We Follow His Will! I
Chapter 4312: We Follow His Will! I
Outside the Radiant Shore.
In The Infiniverse.
Inside a Realm filled radiant sandy seas of Dreams and clouds of wonder.
A crowd from the Veiled Sunfolds wss moving through such a region with others as they looked up to see how from above, the clouds of gold parted as like drops of rain, blue singularities began to descend!
Sparks!
"This is from... Sir Osmont, isn’t it? Kismet says so!" Kalysta’s eyes, shining with the golden light of Kismet, were fixed on the Sparks, her expression a mixture of reverence and wonder.
She and the Originus Venerant entities from the Veiled Sunfolds looked at the floating wonders, and with slight hesitation, they reached out.
Their hands closed around the Sparks, and a brilliant, azure light enveloped them.
The moment their fingers made contact, a new, more profound prompt bloomed before their eyes, a grand introduction to what thr hell had just happened!
[THE WAY OF THE MANA ARCHITECT]
|Welcome, Initiate. You have taken the first step on a path that is both a gift and a challenge. Forget what you know of the disparate, conflicting systems of power. You now walk the Way of the Architect, a unified methodology of existence. Here, your Mana is not just a resource; it is the very language of your being. Through its cultivation, you will learn to Weave reality, to forge your will into permanent Glyphs, to awaken the Haki of your own Mana Heart, and more.|
|This is not a path for the timid. It is a road of endless, exponential growth, a journey from the spark of potential to the inferno of Civilization. Your progress will be a testament to your own effort, your own will, your own desperation to become more. Walk this path. Grow strong. And know that you are now part of a new Civilization, a new story being written in the annals of existence. The story of The Early Creature, Osmont.|
...!
The Early Creature, Osmont!
Laid out clearly for anyone who took a Spark!
The Originus Venerant entities read the words, and their auras, once flickering candles in the vast darkness of existence, began to blaze with a new, fierce light.
Outside The Infiniverse, in the roiling chaos of the region of Collapse, the siege on The Loom’s Aegis was reaching a fever pitch.
Dukes and Royal and Honored Living Existences, their caution consumed by the tantalizing promise of the treasures that occasionally leaked from the barrier, were unleashing a torrent of their authority.
As they did so...they appeared.
Like a gentle, azure snowstorm, tens of thousands of shimmering blue Sparks drifted out from the blue-gold walls of the fortress.
They were silent, beautiful, and utterly, profoundly, strange. Above each one, the same golden, invitational prompt bloomed.
[The Spark of The Way of Mana]
...!
The assembled Living Existences faltered. Their furious assault paused.
"Be careful," a Duke of Law, his form a perfect, symmetrical crystal of pure judgment, declared, his voice a sharp, cutting command.
"Do not fall for anything else coming out of this unknown place until we can confirm it more!"
So he said.
But others were not so cautious. An Elder Duke of the Living Elementals, his form a raging inferno of solar flares, laughed, a sound like a star being born.
"The Spark? The Way of Mana?! Let’s see what it’s made of." He reached out, his fiery hand snatching a Spark from the air.
Others, their curiosity now a burning fire, followed his lead. They did not consume the Sparks; they began to analyze them.
"Take them towards the Fold Dwellers in the Wheels of Existence of our Folds and observe their reaction," a Living Origin Duke commanded. "Is this authority of Mana weaker, equal to, or stronger than Living Existential Authority? Let’s find out."
...!
As the powerful beings of the Folds began their own, cautious, and ultimately selfish, experiments with his creation, two new figures appeared in a quiet, forgotten corner of the region of Collapse.
Schrodinger and Leonore Rureaux materialized in a flicker of paradoxical light!
Schrodinger looked at the floating Sparks, at the grand numbers here, and he frowned, a rare, genuine expression of surprise on his ancient face.
"This is something new that just appeared," he murmured, his voice a low, analytical hum. "But it shouldn’t have anything to do with Justiciars and Arbiters, and yet..."
He reached out, his hand passing through the chaotic air, and grasped a Spark.
Leonore did the same, her crimson eyes flashing sharply as she felt the vibrant, boundless potential within the small, blue light!
"O Herald," she asked, her voice a low, dangerous whisper, "will you deploy a stronger body to see what possible force this is?"
Schrodinger rolled his eyes, a flicker of his old, playful self returning. "Can you stop mentioning my other bodies? I told you this Living Paradox body may seem weak, but it is actually strong!"
At his words, Leonore Rureaux rolled her eyes as she said, "Okay, okay. But we have to hurry. After your stunt in the Transcendent Origin Folds, The Dead will now come in larger numbers, and we will likely begin seeing The Primordial Dead."
...!
Schrodinger’s playful demeanor vanished. His face became a mask of cold, grim resolve.
He nodded. "Let’s get closer, shall we?" he said, and the two of them dissolved into the shadows, their forms a whisper in the growing storm.
As they pulled in closer, they began to hear the whispers and words that were being uttered by the Living Existences who were bold enough to grab the Sparks into their Existence.
Every single one that did such a thing showed a look of stupor and shock as they received the full detailed prompt of exactly what they had consumed nd what it represented!
And after a while, a few of the volatile Living Elementals that moved first looked at each other as they cautiously asked...
"Did... you also see the words that stated...this is from...The Early Creature, Osmont?"
...!
BOOM!
Schrodinger came to a stop.
Living Origins came to a stop!
Living Laws came to a stop!
Royal Law Tristesse, and a clone of the Origin Ama Gias froze!
Osmont?
The Early Creature, Osmont?!
The same Osmont whom they could not pinpoint the Origin of?!
This...was his home?!
BOOM!