Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3791

Chapter 3791: Runes! I

The golden aura hadn’t fully faded when Sigrid flinched.

All around her, titanic chains of golden fate were humming with intensity, as if sensing the proximity of another power trying to rewrite the script.

She huddled closer to Noah, glancing around warily at the many Primarchs, Solstice Veils, and Fold Dwellers who had materialized around them in radiant bursts of True Source brilliance.

Each of them were terrifying- not to mention the pressure that the Originus Venerant entities emanated!

Her eyes lingered especially on the moving chains- each one thick enough to wrap a planet, each one veined with shimmering Existential Dimensional Lattices.

Master Shen’s expression remained unreadable, a single brow lifting slightly as he prepared himself to observe this moment with a casual yet calculating gleam. Master Etheopa, however, had a glint in her eyes- eager, almost, as if the unraveling of this mystery might reaffirm something long waited for.

But before either of them could speak...

BOOM!

The folds of space screamed as a thunderous impact reverberated through the airless havens. And then...

A presence.

Massive, searing, and glorious in its clarity.

It descended like a verdict.

The presence coalesced into a man adorned in regal gold, his robe a flowing torrent of folded starlight and woven fire. His hair, spun from golden threads, curled and twisted like living serpents around his head, reacting to the very frequency of his emotions. Each strand of flesh shimmered with densely packed Existential Dimensional Lattices, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, each one singing the song of authority.

Master Shen let out a short breath through his nose of annoyance.

Master Etheopa’s brow furrowed immediately.

"Such an important affair occurred for our Veiled Sunfolds," the newcomer said coldly, "and you did not think to alert me, Master Etheopa?"

His voice was heavier than booming thunder.

Noah narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze turning to observe the man more carefully.

A stat panel rose before him with many question marks...but it did have a name and distinctions.

Master Hannibal.

One of the rare beings who held the title of Sun Fold Master, a prized Guardian of the Veiled Sunfolds. A rank only a select few Originus Venerants ever attained here!

Etheopa didn’t flinch.

"You were preoccupied," she said crisply. "And this is a sensitive matter."

...!

The words were both respectful and pointed. A truth, and a barrier as it seemed there was a hidden history here others were not privy to!

Master Hannibal snorted, dismissing it with a wave of his sleeve as his golden eyes slid toward Sigrid and locked on.

"She is the anomaly?"

He spoke the words like an accusation.

"The one that brought about prophecy and disruption? Something this crucial should have been handled immediately. If I had been informed, I would have already dissected her Existence down to its roots."

...!

Dissected?

Sigrid froze- then took a full step behind Noah, eyes wide and wary, her fingers digging lightly into the fabric of his robe.

His robe...that was made of his energy and authority.

His robe that even a Monad would not be able to get past or wrinkle.

And yet...she was nearly tearing his robe his her fair hands that held absolutely no authority!

"..." Noah’s eyes buzzed silently.

She lifted her hands again and signed, haltingly but firmly.

[What the hell is he talking about? I’m not bringing any destiny or disruption. I don’t even know who I am or how I got here!]

Her eyes swept the gathered crowd.

Wary.

Frightened.

But still sharp.

She wasn’t a fool. Even without memories, Sigrid could sense the danger in the way they looked at her.

Their awe... and their fear.

"Would it be alright," Master Etheopa’s voice came, gentle but serious, "if we examined you directly? I would only need to touch your hand. When we tried last time while you were unconscious, we were... less than successful."

...!

Noah’s eyes flicked toward Master Etheopa who floated over slowly.

Even Originus Venerant-level beings couldn’t approach her without complications?

Fascinating.

No wonder she shattered containment glass laced with hundreds of thousands of Lattices by merely brushing her fingers against it.

Noah looked at Sigrid.

Her eyes had returned to him.

There was hesitance in them.

Caution.

But also a budding trust. Not because he had earned it, necessarily- but because he was the only one here who hadn’t looked at her with terrifying eyes or treated her like a volatile experiment.

And his figure was the first one she saw as he even...knew her name!