Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse
Chapter 3787: Veiled Sunfolds II

Chapter 3787: Veiled Sunfolds II

Noah didn’t blink.

He simply stared at Master Shen, the white-gold brilliance reflecting off the hard line of his jaw.

“I’d be fearless even if I could die,” he said flatly, his voice quiet, layered in something colder than defiance. “Besides…aren’t I some sort of prize now? Being escorted like fragile loot?”

His gaze remained unreadable as he added, “Why should I fear anything at all?”

…!

Master Shen stilled.

Then, he laughed.

Not the wild, drunken belly-laugh from before, but a smoother, deeper chuckle that curled at the edges with something like…approval.

“Well,” he said, “looks like you’ve got self-confidence.” He tapped his gourd with one knuckle, the Infinite Gourd chiming like a bell that didn’t belong in this layer of existence.

“Most people don’t understand that, in Existence, if you believe in something hard enough, you will actually achieve it. Belief. Obsession. With a terrifying enough obsession, even Existence gets…confused.”

He smiled mysteriously, white-gold light playing across his eyes like mischievous stardust.

“If you’re that confident in what you seek…if you obsess over it constantly, you’ll probably find it. Or make it.”

He gestured vaguely with the gourd. “Alright, Young Paradox. You’re officially among the very, very few I find pleasant enough to converse with.”

Then, smiling wide, he added, “Rejoice.”

“…”

Noah didn’t rejoice.

But he allowed the faintest twitch of amusement to settle at the corner of his lips.

That was enough.

The folds around them began to shift.

Buzzing.

Then growing warmer.

The obsidian-black, paradox-stitched horizon they’d traveled through began to fade.

Collapse folded in on itself.

Crimson-white folds bloomed.

Light bled across the infinite weave like fire through silk.

Kalysta breathed out beside him, her eyes shining softly as the heat brushed against her face like an old friend.

“It’s good to be back,” she murmured.

Then, turning toward him, she said with a smile, “I told you about the glory of the Sunfolds before. But to see them is something else.”

Her shoulder brushed his as she passed, floating closer to Master Shen, who let out a loud harrumph as he took the lead.

White-gold light billowed from his robes like storm-slicked clouds, his body humming with effortless might as they accelerated once more.

Existential Dimensional Lattices spiraled and danced.

Thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

Until they began to slow.

And finally…fade.

The veil of space lifted.

And before them, it unfolded.

The Veiled Sunfolds.

…!

A breathing work of wonder.

Noah’s eyes narrowed as he took it in- silently, sharply.

At the edge of this sacred region sat a massive crimson Wheel of Existence, titanic and alive, its surface churning like blood stirred with liquid gold.

Surrounding it were scorching white-gold folds, radiant with heat and destiny, woven with impossibilities too grand to think of.

These white gold folds…seemed to stretch out all around endlessly.

And all around…

Trillions of dead suns. Their corpses glimmered like shattered promises, drifting between weavings and scars of time. Massive relics of old wonders twisted through the void.

There was the Wheel of Existence outside with no gateways where they were at.

But the Wheel was not alone.

Crimson-gold bridges extended outward like veins of glory, connecting to massive Infinite Ravine Gateways- each one a towering white or crimson arch the size of an Omniverse suspended above the Folds like gateways between stories.

Every Ravine Gateway led to another Living Wheel of Existence.

Some close.

Some distant.

Some shattered and dead.

Among them were Dead Wheels that still bled ghost-light into the Folds, watched over by strange crystalline sentinels in silence.

But at the center of it all…

At the center of this chaos and blazing structures stretching out endlessly…

Was a Sun.

Not just any sun.

A Veiled Sun.

Massive. Radiant. Glorious.

Its size dwarfed all else. Larger than five Wheels combined, it floated at the very core, pulsing like a heart whose beat dictated fortune itself.

Its light did not blind.

It was contained, harnessed, and veiled.

Yet undeniable.

Kalysta hovered beside Noah, her eyes reflecting the golden sun in full.

She smiled, awe threading every word as she whispered…

“That…is our Veiled Sun.”

HUUUM!

They arrived.

The instant their feet touched the white-gold threshold of the Sunfold’s perimeter, the atmosphere snapped, space folding and unraveling like it wasn’t meant to hold what now stood within it.

Distortion.

Not from travel.

From presence.

A dozen beings stood in wait moments after they arrived, waves of lattices blooming heavily.

Clad in regal lattices of gold and crimson, each one carried themselves with the solemn weight of inevitability.

12 Primarchs.

Every one of them… of Solstice Veil caliber.

Noah’s gaze flickered across their forms.

Their Existences shimmered with the faint outline of authority, and before he even summoned it, his Absolute Fictional Transcendence and Weaver of Existence began displaying what information it could parse.

The panels rose.

NAME: Solstice Veil Nyreth

TITLE: Seraph of Starwoven Promises

TRUE SOURCE: Oaths

CQ: 959,400 SU | PQ: 911,250 SU

RESISTANCE: Origin Resistance (95%)

NAME: Solstice Veil Dravien

TITLE: Pale Scholar of Sealed Tomorrows

TRUE SOURCE: Fortune

CQ: 932,000 SU | PQ: 958,100 SU

RESISTANCE: Conceptual Resistance (94%)

A few more stood behind them, all veiled in light and silence, their bodies flickering with dormant power, their eyes locked and unblinking…on him.

But they weren’t the center.

No.

The one they flanked…

She was.

…!

A woman stood ahead of the twelve, adorned in loose-flowing robes of crimson-silver laced with what looked like blazing destiny threads that bent around her rather than clung to her. A quiet, calculated fury rolled from her skin like thunder still caged behind clouds.

Noah’s pupils narrowed the moment he saw her.

A power that reverberated close, not quite equal, but eerily adjacent to Master Shen’s.

Another Master of Existence.

Noah tried to scan her.

NAME: ???

TITLE: ???

TRUE SOURCE: Destiny

CQ: ??? | PQ: ???

RESISTANCE: ???, ???, ???

…!

Not even Absolute Fictional Transcendence could breach it yet.

Her eyes were sharp-cut obsidian, crystalline in their coldness as they swept across him. Her tone wasn’t a question when she spoke- it was a verification.

“You are the Unbound Living Paradox?”

Her voice was like glacial steel.

Noah didn’t flinch.

He didn’t speak, either.

Instead, he tilted his chin, the barest incline, letting silence speak for him.

Master Shen, of course, stepped forward with a sigh.

“Do you always have to be so unfriendly?” he drawled, taking a leisurely sip from the Infinite Gourd. “Seriously. You’d think after ascending past Primarchy you’d develop something akin to charm. And this guy is the one you want a favor from, right?”

The woman harrumphed.

“Friendly?” she echoed, her voice clipping the word like it was distasteful. “In times like these?”

She turned fully to face them all, white-gold folds flaring faintly behind her.

“I came in a hurry because that thing is beginning to stir. And if the Prophecy holds true, and anyone other than [That Which Is Closest To The Living Paradoxes] meets its gaze first…”

She paused.

Sharp silence followed.

Then she finished.

“…catastrophe will befall.”

…!

The weight of those words hit even the Solstice Veils.

No introductions.

No formality.

Just urgency.

She turned to Noah again, her cold gaze anchoring into him like a blade.

“There is no time. This ‘Unbound Paradox’ must be briefed on the way. He must be prepared. Or none of what we’ve built will matter.”

Noah’s mind moved swiftly.

A thing awakening.

A Prophecy centering around Living Paradoxes.

Or rather, something…closer to the Foldless Ones.

What exactly was this entity?

And why was his proximity necessary for it?

He kept his expression unreadable, but inwardly, his thoughts whispered in calculated spirals!

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