Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4153

Chapter 4153: Order! I

She paused, letting the weight of that observation settle before delivering the final cut.

"Because currently, you are a Living Origin. But where have you been standing this whole time?"

The question buzzed in the air like a noose waiting for someone to notice they were already wearing it.

Duke Whisker’s tiny form went perfectly still, his mind thinking of those words.

Not just the words but the meaning behind them...the suggestion that his loyalty was in question, that his judgment had been compromised!

He sighed, a sound that somehow carried despite his size, and when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of someone who had just realized that wisdom could come and go.

"Origin Ama Gias is indeed one of the leaders of Living Origins," he said, speaking clearly enough for all nearby Origins to hear. "I am certain she will be wise in her dealings with beings who have been aiding the Young Miss. Beings whose origins may trace to those terrifying Fold Dwellers from the Wandering Territories. Or perhaps beings that... even Living Existences look up to."

...!

The warning couldn’t have been clearer if he had painted it in letters of fire across the amphitheater.

Don’t make an enemy of Osmont. Don’t assume you understand what you’re dealing with. Don’t let pride lead you into a confrontation you can’t win.

Origin Ama Gias stared at him with those pure white eyes, and for a moment, it seemed like she might respond to the implicit warning with explicit action.

Then, with a motion that suggested she understood exactly what Duke Whisker was trying to say and had decided to proceed anyway, she waved her hand.

A dome of white light erupted around them instantly, as if it had always existed and they had just now noticed.

The barrier was perfect in its isolation, their voices and words would begin and end within this space, unheard and unremembered by anyone outside.

She turned back to Noah and Sigrid, and when she spoke, her voice carried the tone of someone playing their strongest card first.

"I greet the Young Miss. It has been too long, and it seems you have had many fortuitous encounters." The words were cordial, almost warm, but they were just the setup.

"Is it perhaps time for you to come home? To the Living Origins that your father gave his life for? That your mother, your Ama, gave her life for? That your sister gave her life for?"

HUUM!

The words landed like hammers made from crystallized loss.

Each name, each relationship mentioned, was a wound that had never properly healed, a sacrifice that had been demanded and given for the sake of something greater.

Sigrid’s body trembled at the mention of her family!

It was subtle, barely perceptible, but to those who knew her, who had seen her maintain perfect order even while giving away her Everything of Disorder, it was like watching a mountain crack.

The pain at the heart of her existence...the loss of everyone she had loved to the demands of Order, the sacrifice of her entire lineage for the sake of maintaining what the Living Origins deemed necessary...had been touched with deliberate precision!

Beside her, Noah’s expression shifted from calm observation to something altogether more dangerous.

His eyes pulsed with light that suggested violence being carefully considered, weighed, and prepared.

Then, for the first time since arriving at this gathering, his aura leaked out.

HUUM!

It wasn’t an explosion of power, wasn’t a dramatic display meant to intimidate.

It was simply the natural radiation of what he had become...Duke-level authority that pressed against reality with weight that made existence reconsider its arrangements!

The revelation landed among the Living Origins.

Even Duke Whisker’s eyes widened, his previous suspicions confirmed but the reality still shocking.

Duke Gwendolyn actually took a step back, her mind recalculating every interaction with this new information.

He had been a Duke all along!

Had sat there letting them wonder, letting them guess, letting them underestimate!

He had shown up before them as a mere Originus Venerant Fold Dweller in Aeternitas Concordia!

The aura suggested he was about to act...not speak, not negotiate, but act with the kind of decisive violence that had carried him through impossible situations before.

But Sigrid shook her head lightly.

It was a small gesture, barely noticeable, but it carried volumes of meaning.

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