Chapter 3839: Living! III
As those in the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence wondered just what terrifying thing had taken place.
Far away, in the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds.
On a golden vessel gliding through the radiant auroras of the Goldfolds, Moiraine’s wings of white gold shimmered. Each feather flowed with paradox. She poured her Authority into the chest of Noah endlessly.
Caretaker Nina, atop the great winged slime guiding their vessel, turned sharply. Her voice was respectful, but firm. "We are here."
The vessel slowed as it approached a towering sphere- a Central Dyson Sphere wrapped in rotating plates of paradoxical light and looked like a grand structure shaped like a Wheel.
Around them, massive structures rose and fell like celestial mountains, waterfalls of golden paradoxical authority falling off of them.
The entire area pulsed with arcs of paradox drawn from the distant miniaturized Wheels of Existence.
A dozen massive Foldless Ones, each bearing six glowing wings of paradox, encircled just this structure of the Central Dyson Sphere like sentries.
At this point in time....
BOOM!
A searing heat not native to the Goldfolds exploded from Noah’s body cradled by Moiraine.
It crashed into the paradox flooding from Moiraine and pierced through it. The statue-like crust on his face cracked, flaked, and then fell away.
His eyes opened!
HUUM!
Paradox swelled in reaction. It churned and recoiled, folding around the new heat pouring from Noah as if trying to understand it.
Moiraine pulled back slightly, her wings stretched defensively as her expression turned from stern to stunned.
Behind Noah, Oryzarakh narrowed his glowing gaze. His halos flared with crackling light.
And outside the vessel...
An awe-inspiring sight could be seen.
Hundreds of Foldless Ones now hovered as they had followed this vessel the moment they saw one Living Paradox flooding paradoxical authority in another, and yet no Inevitability bloomed.
Their forms were immense, golden, white, and obsidian bodies each the size of entire realms.
Their wings cast shadows longer than mountains. Their faces bore no expression, but their eyes- those immense, star-bright eyes...were focused only on one point.
Noah.
The vessel slowed entirely.
"..."
Silence reigned.
Even the paradox that had once swirled eagerly around Moiraine now paused, hesitant, uncertain.
Noah’s breath was steady. Within him, power ancient and glorious continued to simmer as he controlled it.
His eyes did not dart about in fear or confusion. He only looked forward, acknowledging.
As hundreds of Foldless Ones stared at the vessel Noah was in, it was Moiraine who finally broke the silence. Her voice was level as she looked only at him.
"What happened?" she asked.
Noah looked over at her calmly, his face unreadable.
At that moment, he was doing all he could to reign in the intoxicating scent his body was releasing, the same scent that had pulled Sigrid into a daze.
He also held back the urge to devour the dense Paradox flooding the Goldfolds. The instinct was there. The power, absolute. But control was paramount!
What he had gained from the blooming of all ten Living Authorities was too heavy.
That single drop of aged blood born at the center of his Living Wheel of Existence...it carried the weight of something unspeakably ancient.
A distinction he had yet to comprehend fully. And still, the consequences echoed through every thread of his being.
Moiraine’s gaze turned sharp when he didn’t answer. Her brows knit together as she stepped forward. "Are you okay?" she asked again, slower this time. "Did you hold onto your beginning? Your purpose? After an attack from Living Origins?"
...!
Her words surprised those nearby.
Noah gave a faint smile. For acting without delay, for sheltering his existence in the heart of her paradox, he would not forget her. Nor the stalwart presence of Oryzarakh behind them, silent and watchful.
"Truly," Noah began as he stretched his body, his voice calm yet filled with a strange resonance, "how can they end a beginning they do not understand? How do they unravel something born from Existence itself? Even if they were to scatter me...I would only return to what I came from."
...!
Moiraine’s lips parted slightly, stunned into silence by his words.
She stepped closer as if she wanted to make sure he was not done in and had gone crazy.
Her dark gaze traced his features from forehead to jawline, her own pulse flickering as she met his eyes. And what she saw surprised her as she caught one chsnge.
His eyes.
They were no longer just those of a Young Paradox. No, they were twin wells of calm, endless singularities of ageless depth. Looking into them felt like falling through time and looking far back!
Unfathomable age!
It made no sense. How could someone so new, so freshly emerged, look older than she- one who had walked the Paradoxical Folds since before the turning of many Wheels?
Noah held her gaze, knowing she was questioning everything. The aged, crimson-gray blood that now pulsed within his Living Wheel filled him with something foreign and new at the same time. An interwoven sense of being and belonging, a thread tugging on the fabric of all things. Of all Existence.
And yet, it was only a single drop.
He would need more. He had to continue weaving Living Existences together to create more of these drops. But for now, he focused on understanding what this single drop had already granted him.
He closed his eyes, feeling the Paradox around him- vibrant, dense, pressing against the seams of his restraint. A command away from rushing into his form and igniting an ascent he hadn’t yet measured.
He felt the presence of the Foldless Ones.
Massive entities that floated like anchored suns across the horizon of the Goldfolds.
Among them, one who had a similar level of complexity to Moiraine stepped forward, his aura dimming the very light of the surrounding Paradox.
"Lady Moiraine," the colossal Foldless One rumbled, voice reverberating through the space like a prayer uttered by reality itself. "Could you enlighten us on exactly what it is we are seeing?"
A question heavy with the weight of all things.
Noah opened his eyes. He turned to meet their collective gaze, Foldless Ones many times stronger than him. Titans of Paradox. And yet...he felt no fear.
They wanted to understand him. But even he... did not yet understand himself.
Moiraine, never breaking her stare with him, finally answered. Her voice was clear and poised, the kind of voice that commanded attention in any Fold.
"Before you stands a Young Paradox," she said, her wings spreading behind her like banners of gold. "One that does not produce Inevitabilities."
HUUM!
The words rippled across the gathering like the first gust of wind before a storm.
Foldless Ones blinked in unison, their massive forms stiffening in surprise!
Noah watched it unfold, calm and composed, as a storm of Paradoxical authority erupted around him!
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