Magical Soul Parade

Chapter 386: Last Decree

​"Third. To allow the concept of Order to take hold without logical friction under the Great Dao, the newly unified entity must instantly absorb and reconcile the baseline state of all ambient mana currently anchored to this plane."

Huh? Is that it? Sage Limitless’ expression seemed to say, confusion coloring his face entirely.

His eyes hooded over in thought and he immediately began perusing the terms Finn had just laid out, dissecting each syllable with absolute precision.

Again, it sounded completely straightforward. There was no obvious trap, no hidden clause designed to strip his baseline power or award the Errant Heretic an advantage over him. Yet, despite how harmless and purely administrative the term appeared, an entity of his scale did not survive for a millennia by taking things at face value.

He paused, actively thinking through the decrees from every possible angle.

The Sage scrutinized the words, attempting to deduce exactly what Finn stood to gain from these three specific clauses. He focused heavily on the final decree — the requirement to absorb and reconcile the baseline state of all ambient mana currently anchored to the plane. No matter how deeply he probed the mechanical framework of the logic, he simply could not see a single hidden factor that yielded any benefit to the Heretic.

In fact, it felt as though the Errant was merely stating the obvious. Rectifying the ambient mana was the very core of his grand plan. It was the entire reason he was pursuing this ascension in the first place. He needed to enforce the absolute structure of Order upon the vast, bleeding ocean of energy his own concept had infected over the ages.

By demanding this clause, Finn was literally just telling him to finish the job he had already started. It read less like a sophisticated trap and more like a safety measure to ensure the work was done. The simplicity of it was genuinely confusing.

He remained hovering in the air for several minutes, quiet as he assessed the micro-scale variables of that specific term before expanding his vision to view what all three clauses in conjunction might mean.

In the end, the old monster arrived at the only logical conclusion left to him: the Error Bearer was doing exactly what he had claimed from the onset. He was acting as a mediator. Finn was structuring these decrees to ensure that Althea, even after willingly relinquishing her authority over Order, could rest assured that her lifelong ambition would be fulfilled.

It was a guarantee that the core purpose she had fought for across endless eras and bloody wars — the return of true structural balance to the world — would be permanently actualized under the gaze of the Great Dao.

However, even after finalizing this analysis, Sage Limitless maintained a heavy, calculated silence for several more minutes. He was a creature of absolute caution, and the terrifying, immediate presence of the Great Dao pressing down on his existence demanded total certainty. He rotated the words through more analytical angles, looking for linguistic cracks or conceptual loopholes.

Finn was more than willing to give him all the time he required. He simply hovered in the sky, his dark garb unmoving, with Althea floating quietly behind him. The Errant watched the white-haired entity with an unreadable gaze behind his mask, making no sudden gestures to interrupt the old monster’s deliberations.

Finally, after moments of rigorous double-thinking and multi-layered analysis, the Sage looked straight at Finn and nodded.

In his mind, a cold, pragmatic conclusion had taken root: No matter what hidden intentions the Error Bearer might harbor, the fact that a master of reality like himself could not point out an explicit flaw meant any underlying loophole was definitely minor.

Even if Finn was attempting some grand trick, it wasn’t blatant or powerful enough to sever his ascension or cause him critical harm. He was a Transcendent who had adapted to every essence thrown against him, so whatever minor friction arose, he would easily dominate and control it.

This was the pinnacle of all he’d ever wanted standing right in front of him. There was absolutely no way he was going to walk away from immortality just because of a simple clause that he suspected might have an alternative interpretation he simply couldn’t see.

"I, Limitless, agree to these terms," the Sage declared, his voice cutting through the air with a heavy finality. "If I do not adhere to the specifics of these terms, then I will relinquish myself up to the Great Dao to be judged according to its laws."

The moment the vow was uttered, a profound, suffocating weight fell over the entire peak. The shifting atmosphere locked onto Limitless, Finn, and Althea simultaneously. The immense, invisible gaze of the Great Dao focused entirely on their coordinates, its cosmic weight tightening like a noose, waiting for the final execution of the trade to begin.

Althea hovered forward, bypassing Finn. She closed her eyes, her lips moving rapidly as she began to mutter her Order declaration under her breath:

"Origin within the Axis.

Symmetry within the Plane.

One from the Infinite.

Stillness from the Motion.

Absolute from the Fluid.

Immutable Stasis..."

She paused, her eyes snapping open, devoid of personal ambition but filled with a solemn, unyielding resolve.

"By my will, I hereby cede control of the First Concept, of my authority over Order, to you, Limitless."

The moment the declaration left her lips, ceding her core authority to the Sage, the metaphysical reality of the world subverted itself instantly. There was no cataclysmic blast of energy or thunderous explosion. Instead, a clean, silent inversion took place within the fabric of existence.

Guided by the contract, the Great Dao stripped the conceptual authority of Order directly from Althea’s soul, repurposing the fundamental law and grafting it seamlessly into Sage Limitless’s cosmic makeup.

The instantaneous loss of her concept caused Althea’s body to go completely limp, her internal flight mechanics vanishing as she began to drop out of the sky.

Finn reacted in a fraction of a second. Reaching out, he caught her with his Error authority, instantly generating an erratic field of localized rules around her body. Within that five-meter pocket, he forced the parameters of her gravity to remain entirely constant, allowing her to float stably beside him.

Althea’s eyes went entirely dull, her posture sagging as a profound, bone-deep weariness rolled over her. It was a jarring, horrifying transition. It didn’t feel like a simple drainage of energy, rather, it felt as though a vital, structural segment of her very soul had been violently amputated from her existence.