Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse
Chapter 3792: Runes! II

Chapter 3792: Runes! II

At the far end of the True Frequency of Fate, Master Hannibal slowed, golden robes fluttering around his frame as he steadied himself midair. His gaze was glacial, but his right hand, the one that had touched her...trembled ever so slightly.

He took a single step.

And instantly, he was back.

A flash of power.

A flicker of space.

Beings like him were too powerful as Primarchs could not even begin to understand.

But this time, before he could advance again...

"Man, come on."

A lazy drawl cut through the tension like a breeze slicing through fire.

Master Shen stood there, gourd in hand, his form blocking Hannibal with an almost bored grace. He took a long drink, smacked his lips, and grinned.

"Let’s hold off on being hasty, okay?"

Behind him, Master Etheopa’s expression remained rigid. Others still looked on in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the girl who had just casually swatted a Master of Existence.

Master Hannibal’s jaw clenched.

His gaze was steel as it bore into Sigrid, then shifted toward everyone else.

"With the level of power she just expressed," he said coldly, "she could very well be an enemy Fold Dweller. And you are all just standing here, letting her stay at the heart of our Sunfolds. What are we doing? Letting disaster walk among us? The fate of our entire faction is on the line."

His voice roared with the gravity of judgment.

But before Master Etheopa could respond...

"If the interruptions could just stop without any fools brashly running about, then everything will be made clear."

...!

A sudden hush settled over the expanse.

Every powerful gaze turned to the speaker.

It was Noah.

Floating calmly near the still-glowing shards of the shattered glass crystal, a weary Sigrid clutching his robe beside him, Noah’s voice was burning with tyranny!

Master Shen chuckled, taking another sip.

Master Hannibal, however, became glacial.

His presence alone began warping the very fabric of the space around him.

The air shimmered. Threads of golden light strained and twisted.

Master Etheopa immediately moved, appearing beside him with two more Masters of Existence flanking the scene in a triangular guard formation. They didn’t say a word. But they stood there, for caution or for balance.

Master Hannibal’s voice came slow and cold.

"And who... is so daring to speak like this?"

The power behind his words rippled across the region like molten gravity, but the Four Masters held it in check.

Noah didn’t flinch.

His gaze drifted downward, back to the girl beside him.

Sigrid’s black and white hair floated lazily in the weightless air, her body still slightly hunched from exertion.

She had said she was hungry.

So Noah waved his hand, a golden tray materializing from thin air.

On it, freshly roasted Phoenix Thighs glistened with spice and steam- prepared by the True Source of the Singed, a celestial aroma rising into the Folded space.

Sigrid blinked.

Her head tilted toward him, eyes wide as saucers.

She rapidly signed.

[Woah! You... you can just conjure up food? And can I... can I eat it all?]

Noah nodded slightly, watching her as she licked her lips with adorable intensity and dove into the tray like a ravenous flame beast.

As she devoured her first bite, Noah’s eyes turned back toward the distant Masters of Existence.

Power surged around them like collapsing galaxies.

Each one of them could flatten the Living Collapse he had once struggled against.

But not once did Noah feel fear.

His distinction protected him.

And so, he spoke again, his voice even.

"I was given a task to do by Master Etheopa. I would like to accomplish it, without interruptions."

...!

Master Etheopa glanced toward him, then nodded sharply.

"Go ahead," she said. "If you can discover anything regarding her origin or purpose here... then all the better."

The Masters of Existence remained in place, shielding and bracing Hannibal, who looked ready to erupt at any moment.

But for now, he simmered.

Noah turned back to his companion, who had by now devoured two Phoenix Thighs and was gnawing hungrily on a third.

Her red lips shimmered with oil as she devoured with abandon, only pausing to give him a massive, gleeful thumbs up before plunging back in.

Noah smiled lightly.

Then, his gaze sharpened.

It fell onto the triangular rune etched into her forehead.

His Living Wheel of Existence, specifically, the Autognosis Living Engine where he had paradoxically amalgamated his True Sources, buzzed violently.

The True Source of Runes lit up.

And as he focused...

The rune moved.

Not physically.

But through his eyes.

Through his perception.

Trillions of permutations of runic lines flashed, flickered, restructured, and then split apart again.

Noah’s gaze narrowed.

The rune on her forehead, a single, triangular marking, pulsed with soft light as he stared. The trillions of permutations spinning in his mind became faster. Louder. Almost overwhelming.

|The True Source of Runes is buckling under the terrifying meaning of what it is looking at.|

...!

He stood utterly still as his other True Sources began to stir.

|The Existential Dimensional Lattices of your other True Sources support Runes.|

|The Living True Source of Paradox squints and suggests coming in contact with the Rune to fully unlock its meaning.|

A quiet silence pulsed in his thoughts as the sentience of his Concepts stirred with intensity. Even Paradox- calm, analytical, endlessly sardonic- spoke up in rare seriousness.

His eyes didn’t leave the woman still sitting beside him.

Still devouring Phoenix Thighs with both hands, her robe now stained with golden oil and spice, she barely noticed the weight of what was churning around her.

Noah slowly reached out, his fingertips hovering just above the rune etched into her forehead.

She paused slightly, glancing up at him while still chewing, one cheek puffed adorably full. She tilted her head- almost like asking, What are you doing?

Noah smiled calmly.

"You have a little marking on your head that I just want to check out."

Simple words. Casually spoken.

And she... nodded after a second.

Still chewing, still holding her Phoenix Thigh like it was treasure, she gave no resistance as he placed two fingers gently on the triangular rune.

He expected to be blasted away.

To be flung like Hannibal, maybe even worse.

But...

He wasn’t.

His fingers settled on warm skin, soft and flushed with faint color. The triangle burned beneath his touch.

And then...

HUUM!

The rune ignited!

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