Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3795

Chapter 3795: Schemes and Entry I

Her words settled like magisterial decree.

A terrifying silence followed.

Noah remained still.

Kalysta’s lips parted slightly as she floated closer.

The other Masters of Existence looked at each other- not speaking, but their eyes flashing with what everyone now dared to wonder.

If the rune on her forehead revealed a key of this magnitude...

What else was hidden beneath the others?

Just how many doors could this girl unlock?

Sigrid caught all of it.

She wasn’t a fool.

Her brows furrowed and she signed quickly, her body leaning closer to Noah for support.

[If these markings can help me know who I am...] She turned her head to the side, studying the glowing X in his hand. [Then... what door does that Key open?]

...!

Yes.

Every key had a door.

And now... dozens of powerful beings stood with buzzing wonder.

What door?

What possible door did this artifact open?

Across the radiant fields of the True Frequency of Fate, Master Shen let out a low whistle as he tipped back his gourd again.

Then he laughed.

"Ahh, Young Anomaly," he said, his words echoing across the golden stillness. "That’s the question, isn’t it?"

He twirled mid-air and gestured toward the distance.

"That Key of yours...we have seen that shape before. A door that’s been there for countless years beneath our very Folds. Its been open for us to enter freely, but it seems like we haven’t truly opened it if it has a key..."

He paused, his eyes serious now.

"And now...it looks like you fell down into our Sunfolds for exactly this reason."

...!

Master Etheopa nodded once, confirming his words.

"We can go to that possible door," she said evenly. "Right now."

An unbearable wave of silence followed.

Primarchs and Masters of Existence were expectant just at what shocking levels of wonder would bloom.

Only Master Hannibal, arms crossed and expression unreadable, stared coldly ahead. Behind his glowing golden irises, there was greed.

And deeper still...

Something else.

Something only he knew.

—

Far from the Veiled Sunfolds.

Beyond the reach of golden collapse, in a darkened stretch of Folds where even the ambient radiance of gold folds dimmed- there floated another body of Master Hannibal.

A temporal copy?A clone? A parallel extension?

Only Masters of Existence knew the cost of splitting across Existence, and fewer still could pay it.

This form pulsed within a web of misty golden Lattices, hundreds of thousands of Existential Dimensional chains stretching into spirals of obscurity. The region was fully veiled. Even another Originus Venerant would find it difficult to pierce its defenses.

Then...

HUUM.

Two presences tore through the fabric of this obscured Fold.

The first was blazing blue, its brilliance threading waves of Mana and Ether, a spiraling symphony of mana that spread through the surrounding space. He arrived clad in luminous azure robes, four muscular arms crossed across his chest. A third golden eye shimmered open on his forehead.

A Master of the Mannafolds.