Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3792

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.