Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3649 Existence! VIII

As a terrifying battle erupted- one that could shift its landscape from frequency to frequency at any moment, there were very few who could claim to have witnessed it.

Very few.

And yet, from the frequency Noah and Bob had just departed.

The Frequency of the Abyss.

An illusory nine-pointed circle began to bloom high above the nearly decimated Spiral Dissonant Lexicon.

The circle pulsed with unique weavings and interlocking sockets. It was an Enneagram, glowing with unstable threads of a Wheel. It almost resembled and pulsed with an air of a True Source, but it was far too chaotic.

Unstable.

Incomplete.

As if parts of it had been missing all along, only now beginning to be made whole again.

To become what it was truly meant to be.

From the center of that shining illusory star, the figure known as the Peacemaker emerged.

His entire form flickered, ethereal- more suggestion than substance, as if he wasn't truly here at all.

He looked down at the decimation of existence- at the scars of Khaos that had spread briefly through this place. Then, he shook his head.

His complexity wasn't enough, not for this. As much as he longed to act, to intervene, he simply wasn't ready.

So he continued his search, looking for the pieces he needed to complete his Enneagram. And maybe, just maybe, he would one day enact the kind of Peace that wouldn't require him to look over his shoulder for eons to come…wondering whether a certain bald, tentacle-limbed being was still alive or dead.

Well, even more dead than he was already dead!

Just as quickly as he came, the Peacemaker vanished.

The illusory nine-pointed star that had heralded his arrival flickered out of existence.

And amidst all these fantastical weavings, there was one more witness.

This being's soul and will were scattered across many points, many spaces- but now, in this moment, he focused himself. He began a thorough assault, stretching his fragmented soul into the weavings of two Absolute Complex True Sources.

Well…dead ones, anyway.

In a silent frequency untouched by battle, the figure of the Great Usurper sat atop a black tower. His gaze was narrowed, filled with somber concentration.

He had sensed the beginning of a battle between two unfathomable entities—and amidst the chaos, he struck.

He would use this instability to his advantage.

His target? The countless dead souls sealed within the Dead Wheels of Existence that Bob carried. If he could claim them…

He might disrupt Bob's usage of them and granting Osmont an edge.

Or…Bob might prove powerful enough to cleanse the intrusion entirely.

But the Usurper could feel it- these countless lifeforms, wailing in pain within the Dead Wheels- they weren't just echoes. They were components of the Wheels themselves.

If he could take them all…

With their power—alongside the chaotic complexity of existence—couldn't he command the Dead Wheels himself?

It was dangerous.

After all, the one he was attempting to siphon from, this being called Bob….was the most complex entity within this Wheel of Existence.

Even more than Osmont.

And his power was growing rapidly.

But still, the Great Usurper moved.

Because if Bob, the Dead Thing, held such terrifying power…

One had to wonder…

How powerful were the other dead things the legends whispered about and fought against?

The ones whose names were forgotten…

The ones the protectors of the Wheel held nightmares of in the Infinite Ravines?

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"The Infinite Ravines…"

Noah's voice echoed out softly.

His body—housing the True Source of the Singed—arrived at a uniquely strange junction within The Weave.

After traversing at a terrifying velocity—fast enough to cross from one Frequency to another in an instant—he felt as though he'd passed the equivalent of hundreds of millions of Frequencies.

It was unreal.

But now, he stood at a threshold.

The darkness of The Weave collapsed ahead of him into an expanse of white.

Endless white.

Yet it wasn't merely a transition from black to white. It was a convergence—a fusion of such incredible complexity and brilliance, that the moment he stepped out of the blackened Weave, he would be transported somewhere wholly new.

A place one could only enter with a True Source.

The Infinite Ravines.

When Noah finally arrived at this point, he saw that taking a single step into the junction between black and white could send him to vastly different places within the Ravines.

But he was focused.

Focused on the entanglement, the one between him and the Great Beyonder.

As he contemplated his next move, it came—a pull from his True Source. It told him that a very specific position on his left side held the path.

Any step—except that one—would send him somewhere impossibly far from her.

Incalculable in distance, even if measured in the scale of entire Frequencies.

This proved something undeniable.

The Infinite Ravines wasn't just an endpoint or gateway of an Absolute Complex True Source.

It was a dimensionally vast space!

Vaster than the concept of distance itself.

As he stood there, Noah's distinction of the Weaver of Existence buzzed to life.

And of all the distinctions, this stood above the rest, empowered by the True Source of Existence itself.

He held the True Source of Existence. So…why shouldn't his distinction reveal everything about the existence he saw?

His eyes shimmered, constantly feeding back information.

Dozens of prompts appeared and vanished.

Even the correct step, the one that would take him to the Great Beyonder, was highlighted by his Weaver of Existence with a green arrow flashing above it.

And so…

He breathed out.

And he stepped forward.

Existence buzzed.

It flickered.

He moved forward, illuminating his weavings using the True Source of the Singed alone to anchor himself here.

His Distinction buzzed again, feeding him critical truths of his surrounding Existence.

|Part of your Weavings of Existence have taken a nearly irreversible leap away from the Loose Cover of an Absolute Complex True Source.|

|Part of your Weavings of Existence are stepping into the Strict Cover of an Absolute Complex True Source.|

|The light of your True Source is capable of surviving the transfer into the area designated as the Infinite Ravines.|

The information flowed freely as Noah felt the subtle, infinite shifts.

He could feel the freedom within strictness, the strength hidden within fragility.

It was paradoxical…and yet, he was drawing closer.

Closer to the place where the weavings of the Great Beyonder awaited.

|The Weavings of your Existence are arriving at a region within the Infinite Ravines.|

|This region has been analyzed and distinguished as the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality. |

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| Here, an unknown Wild True Source permeates the Hollow Cascade. The Causality of Existence is reversed constantly. |

|Cause follows effect. Enemies may bleed before they are struck. Time flows backward. Weavings unwind.|

|Your True Source must adapt, or your very existence will become unwound.|

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