[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse":3,"chapter-infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse-infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse-chapter-3770":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},58786,81,"Chapter 3770 3770: Fold Dwellers III","infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse-chapter-3770",3770,"\u003Cp>I moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Sigil Fragment slipped into my grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time and collapse hummed faintly under my fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my mind, my mind moved elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The story Thauron had told still echoed in me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fable of a Prisoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being dangerous enough to be jailed. Too dangerous to be free. A being whose very existence was... adjusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imprisoned by those who moved beyond Fold Dwellers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Foldless Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones who oversaw all paradoxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones whose names could not be spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ones Velmior, in his final moments, had hinted at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I closed my eyes briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the words of the Time Sentinel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ones who oversee all paradoxes are not named. Not because they hide. But because their names are Unspoken.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Velmior had warned me and Romulus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With inevitabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, when he stood against Romulus and me on the Dead Wheel, he spoke not of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of those greater than even Primarchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greater than the Chronosect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greater than the Fold Dwellers, the glorious kings and queens of regional ruins of Wheels of Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke of beings who had carved laws into paradox before paradox even had shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who made Thrones from impossible conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who fashioned Absolutes not bound by the ten known Resistances, but of their own making.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entities that were not Living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paradox made flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living Paradoxes, the Foldless Ones!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Thauron, the Null Monarch himself, a creature steeped in Finality and Collapse, spoke of them too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his tone was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fearful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not reverent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely resigned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had brushed against their veils once, and still wore the scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prisoner he spoke of, this Existence stripped of memory and sealed within the Folds, had been let free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps loosened the chains enough to breathe again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Thauron, whether knowingly or not, had left just enough hints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way his Null Form moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way his words curled around certain truths and left others to rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prisoner was not some distant myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was walking beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Sigil Fragment pulsed in my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My smile was faint as I thought of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Nullvein Gravewake Folds were vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Foldless Ones waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Velmior had spoken of them with a trembling tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron spoke of them with a weary amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did not fear them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did not revere them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I understood one truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A truth of infinite possibilities, infinite paths one could take, and proof that anything was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof that even among the bound, even among the imprisoned, power still moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I would remember that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because one day, they would very likely look at me. I knew this. I expected this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would look, and they would weigh me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Measure me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judge me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they would not find a prisoner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor a Fold Dweller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor a child swinging keys he did not understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would find something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something they had not yet accounted for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I folded the fragment into my existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I moved again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward Votharion's jagged obsidian stretches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward paradox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron walked nearby as he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such a Prisoner…who was stripped of his memories and power and even what his own self-identity truly was, what do you think such a Prisoner would do? Would have been doing? What would his aim now be?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron's question still hung in the heavy, drenched air of the Null Cradle, whispered like a ghost carried by the howling winds of paradox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would the Prisoner be doing now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would his aim be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did not rush to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One footfall. Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hand stretched out as I claimed another fragment, the etched remains of a True Source that had once sought to define time, now collapsed into a singular shard of meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, with the weight of inevitability behind my words, I spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe,\" I said slowly, \"the Prisoner still dreams of the prison he was in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sigil blossomed more clearly in my grasp, like the incomplete whisper of a melody yet to be finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe,\" I continued, \"he has never truly been freed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did not look at Thauron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did not need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could feel the Null Monarch's ancient gaze on me as I traced the shape of truths not yet spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he cannot remember all things,\" I murmured, \"then he is still shackled by the past. Bound not by chains of collapse, but by chains of ignorance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slipped the fragment into my existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hum of resonance. A near-completed note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe,\" I said, \"he seeks a Key.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fragment claimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalysta trailed nearby, her steps light, cautious, a shadow following giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Key to open doors long sealed,\" I said. \"Paradoxically...maybe he seeks to do again what he did before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fragment shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe,\" I said, my voice lowering to a whisper, \"he dreams of the unthinkable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, quietly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Revenge…against those many cannot even think of.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WAA!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron chuckled at that, a low rumble that carried far more than simple amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground itself seemed to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I moved again, slow, steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragment by fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, Thauron reached down, his massive hand folding gently around a final fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vibration, subtle but sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then it bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Thauron's hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Completed True Source Sigil, brilliant, heavy with impossible complexity, spiraled into existence around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even I, steady as I was, narrowed my eyes faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalysta flinched, stepping back instinctively as the Completed Sigil hovered with slow, crushing majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had begun collecting Fragments first as he started after, and yet he now held a Completed True Source Sigil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faster than me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Thauron barely glanced at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply smiled, a serene expression carved from inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice came next, slow, patient, filled with the weight of countless forgotten cycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot say much about the Living Paradoxes,\" Thauron said, his gaze distant as if remembering things too heavy to name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But if one wishes to understand how deep their reach stretches into the Folds…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trailed a finger through the air, carving invisible weavings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One simply needs to look at the Fold Dwellers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The many Fold Dwellers you see here,\" Thauron murmured, \"the powerful ones. Some are ignorant.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured subtly, a wave that encompassed the distant figures of Monads, of Primarchs, of other monumental beings moving in the Folds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They move freely. Proud. Blind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled wider, his teeth flashing like fractured moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But others…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fragment slipped into my palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…others know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fitted it in place, the fifth Sigil blooming into completion around me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Fifth Completed True Source Sigil spun silently, grand and merciless, but a step later than Thauron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its presence pressed down on the platform like a whispered judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Thauron, Thauron watched it all with eyes unseen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those who know,\" he said softly, \"have long since bent the knee.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words fell into the space between us like monoliths dropped from the height of forgotten Megalos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalysta inhaled sharply behind me, but I ignored her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the Null Monarch fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing inevitability itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since you have long since known,\" I said, voice calm, eyes burning, \"have you also bent the knee?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they struck with the weight of collapsing weaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a cruel sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not mocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the laugh of an emperor who had long since understood the futility of rebellion, and reveled in the fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does that even need to be asked?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved a massive hand lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, he leaned forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scrutinizing me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His next words were slow, deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever that Prisoner's aim may be…\" Thauron said, his voice carrying the chill of dead suns, \"he has been searching.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He has found...some things. But not it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unseen gaze burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my smile, faint, tyrannical, remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thus,\" Thauron said, \"he becomes unimaginably curious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back, looking up at the infinite sky of the Null Cradle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When there appears something...resembling what he would be looking for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron's voice lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the Prisoner would do anything, anything, to obtain it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are many paradoxical possibilities out there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Null Monarch turned back toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After all…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't we all the same?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted a massive clawed hand, gesturing broadly, to the Middle Wheel Platform, to the Folds, to existence itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little tiny fish swimming in a big pond we cannot fully understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Primarchs and Monads that watched from afar, those brave enough to linger, could not hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they could feel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still, Thauron's voice, colder now, sharper, cut through it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Among such weaklings like them…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the words dangle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then finished, quietly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It does not always have to be conflict.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is always…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…a choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final word echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying more weight than all the worlds that had crumbled before it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile curling my lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dangerous thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more dangerous than Paradox itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next move, after all, was already mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Thauron, old, terrible, weary Thauron, knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of us moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm of inevitability had not yet broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron lifted his hand, and the Completed True Source Sigil, a radiant, impossibly complex lattice of paradox and time, collapse and finality, hovered above his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spun slowly, the weavings of its existence folding and unfolding in an endless spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grasped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched, calm, as his massive clawed fingers pressed inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sigil pulsed, resisting at first, an indomitable existence in itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Thauron's grip did not relent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin, hairline fractures splintered across its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sigil trembled, its existence rippling under the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalysta, standing not too far behind me, inhaled sharply, her Null Form shimmering with quiet astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The use of force…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks deepened across the Sigil as he spoke, his voice resonant, patient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…was always what many went with first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight tightening of his grip, and the Sigil shivered under the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And force, most of the time…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small smile touched the corners of Thauron's unseen lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…worked great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sigil fractured fully, split into dozens of gleaming shards that scattered into the air, dissolving into motes of forgotten light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An existence snuffed out as if it were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron lowered his hand, as if he had simply brushed aside dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was profound, thick, heavy with the reverberations of unseen truths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thauron continued, his voice softer, more intimate, a whisper threading through the folds of collapse itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When it comes to complex paradoxes…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unseen gaze bore into me, a weight that would have flattened lesser beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have found…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head ever so slightly, as if listening to the unspoken symphony of inevitability around us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…and seen in the past…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled, a slow, cold smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…that even when one side is more powerful…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread his arms wide, as if embracing the paradox of it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…the use of force is not always the correct route.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him trembled faintly, not from power, but from the weight of choices yet made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are other ways.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his hand now, empty, but heavy with implications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I want to take such a route now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The folds around us seemed to lean closer, listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is the Choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HUUM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderclap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step closer to me, not aggressive, not imposing, but inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As a lover of Finality and Paradox,\" Thauron said, voice deepening, \"I always enjoy looking at possibilities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Null Form, that colossal monument to endings, shimmered faintly, as if folding reality around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured lightly, a simple flick of his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What of the possibility…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whisper drawn from the bones of collapsed existences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…of being able to enter a Prison.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew colder, denser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A word that carried the weight of countless silences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Prison where terrifying entities throw those they deem to have gone against their rulings.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was soft, but it carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To be imprisoned by them is to be erased from Fable, from time, from existence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his unseen gaze skyward, to the endless, broken heavens of the Folds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Prison…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was almost reverent now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…that is actually the foremost Wonder of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds. Even greater than the Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalysta stiffened behind me, her form rigid with tension she did not yet understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Primarchs and Monads that lingered at the edges of this unfolding storm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shifted further away, silent witnesses to a conversation none of them could hear. Even Bob in the distance had a complex expression as he did not move!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A conversation not meant for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only for me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Thauron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Null Monarch smiled faintly, a whisper of inevitability curling at the edges of his existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because whatever came next…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ways even Thauron himself might not fully grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>",2278,"2026-05-28T18:15:17.059Z","2026-06-01T04:28:34.259Z",1,"novelbin.me","3c14b9303da7e33f81e1a9b25fe82fa5506e4aafd8c1821093dd337be9395c0f","infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse-chapter-3771","infinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse-chapter-3769",5292,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finfinite-mana-in-the-apocalypse-cover.jpg"]