Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4144 Collective Ascendancy! VI

The golden sands of the Early Veiled Shore seemed to pulse with anticipation as Noah stood in the aftermath of Sigrid's transformation, his existence thrumming with the feedback of what he had just accomplished.

Even as Moiraine approached at his command, new prompts bloomed before his vision like flowers of recognition opening to impossible sunlight.

|Effort in elevating THE Living Order has been recognized|

|You have fundamentally altered a foundational force of existence|

|THE Living Order now walks as Duke through your intervention|

|This action has implications across all Folds|

|Complexity gained: +200,000,000,000|

|Purity gained: +200,000,000,000|

|Understanding of Order has reached Quintessential levels|

|You can now perceive the ordered patterns within chaos itself|

|You can impose structure on concepts that resist structure|

|Your own chaos can now wear Order as a mask when needed|

The prompts faded like morning mist, but their implications lingered in his consciousness!

Quintessential understanding of Order…not just knowing it, not just wielding it, but comprehending it at a level where he could see the hidden patterns that even Order itself might not recognize.

Noah's smile deepened as he refocused on Moiraine, who stood before him with that particular grace that suggested she was perpetually dancing to music only she could hear.

Her eyes held depths that had seen paradoxes resolve into certainties and certainties dissolve into paradoxes, yet they looked at him with simple, uncomplicated trust.

"Unto you as well, my dear Moiraine," he said, his voice carrying across the sacred space with the weight of blessing about to be bestowed, "I shall have the Harvest Festival Endowment bloom in full."

The words had barely finished echoing when the phenomenon began.

Where Sigrid's transformation had been wrapped in green-gold light that spoke of Order being elevated, Moiraine's was different…magnificently, terrifyingly different.

Waves of white-gold paradox seethed around her gloriously beautiful figure, not merely surrounding her but seeming to question and answer her existence simultaneously.

The light didn't know whether it was arriving or departing, whether it was gift or reciprocation, whether it was elevating her or being elevated by her.

Her form became a study in contradictions that somehow harmonized. She was there and not there, changing and unchanging, receiving and giving, all at once.

Her white gold hair floated in winds that blew in multiple directions simultaneously, each strand catching light that might have been from Wheels that hadn't been born yet or had already died eons ago.

The prompts that materialized before Noah's vision carried their own paradoxical nature:

|Harvest Festival Endowment activated - Target: Arch Living Existence Moiraine|

|Measuring accumulated efforts since joining your service...|

|Paradox of loyalty recognized: Absolute freedom through willing servitude|

|Paradox of growth recognized: Becoming more by accepting less|

|Paradox of power recognized: Greatest strength through acknowledged limitation|

|Resolution of paradoxes has generated exponential harvest|

|Complexity gained: +5,500,000,000,000|

|Purity gained: +5,500,000,000,000|

|Additional Boon: Paradox Resolution - Can force paradoxes to choose a state|

|Additional Boon: Schrödinger's Blessing - Can exist in multiple states until observed|

|Additional Boon: Temporal Flexibility - Can borrow power from future harvests|

|Current Total Complexity: 10,500,000,000,000|

|Current Total Purity: 10,500,000,000,000|

|Classification Update: Duke-level achieved through paradoxical advancement|

…!

The light gradually subsided, drawing back into Moiraine's form like questions returning to find they had become answers.

But Noah's eyes were sharp as he saw a boon- a capability that allowed her to exist in multiple states until observed, and it was called…Schrodinger's Blessing!

Schrodinger.

Was this being so innately entrenched in paradox that abilities relating to it would carry his name, or was it the other way around where he granted this name unto himself knowing it was deeply connected to Paradox?

"…"

Whichever it was, Noah didn't like it!

But this…could wait for later.

His gaze returned to Moiraine.

She stood there for a moment, her eyes closed, feeling the impossible weight of Duke-level power settling into her existence with the grace of a dancer accepting a new partner.

Then, with movements that flowed like liquid starlight, she descended to her knees. The gesture was acknowledgment, gratitude given form. She took his hand with both of hers, her touch warm with newly elevated power, and brought it to her lips in a kiss that sent ripples through local spacetime.

"Sir," she said simply.

Just that single word. No elaborate thanks, no flowery protestations of loyalty, no promises of eternal service. Just that one word that somehow contained all of those things and more!

Noah smiled and shook his head at the gesture.

"Go on now," he said gently.

Moiraine pulled back with that same flowing grace, and Noah didn't even have to speak before two more figures stepped forward with purposeful intent.

Ruination moved with the particular certainty of someone who had been waiting for this moment, while the Infiniverse approached with steps that made the Shore itself seem to celebrate her presence.

Noah nodded toward them both, but he knew what had to come first. Before he could grant more Endowments, before he could elevate anyone else to impossible heights, he had to forge more Glyphs!

He breathed out slowly, the exhalation carrying with it the last traces of tension from recent events.

His eyes closed as he turned his attention inward, feeling the beat of his heart..

Not just the physical organ, though that too pulsed with power that could crack Wheels, but the metaphysical center of his being where his true strength resided.

The tens of thousands of Drops of Blood of The Early Creature flowed through his existence like rivers of liquid possibility.

Each drop contained more power than entire civilizations could accumulate, yet they were merely components of what he had become.

He sensed his own brilliance with a clarity that might have been narcissistic if it weren't simply accurate assessment.

With a smile that suggested he was about to do something that would make existence itself cry out in unfairness, he called out lightly, as if requesting something trivial.

"Forge all seven Early Living Existential Seed Glyphs of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest."

…!