Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3214

Chapter 3214 Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias! IV

He was being born!

He was being born…but who was he exactly?

This question came quickly and rapidly, but it didn't have a full answer as a sense of Distortion and cloudiness permeated all around.

Within the depths of his beings, he could feel small voices trying to rise up.

Each one tried to overcome another in an effort to reach him, but they were too faint.

Their reach in this place was so, so small.

But these tiny voices didn't give up as they acted like jolts of electricity that were constantly trying to unearth something.

First was the question of what.

He seemed to make out himself as if he was a budding singularity. A mass of extremely dense energies constantly twisting, contracting and expanding.

A mass full of power that he couldn't yet understand!

But this mass was coming to fruition…where exactly? When?

He thought of looking at his surroundings, but realized there was only darkness.

The absolute lack of light.

Apart from himself, he couldn't see anything.

More and more of himself was budding and becoming more concentrated, the power contained within himself feeling tremendously full and significant as it told him he could do anything!

So he wanted to answer the first question he had.

Who he was.

The small voices he could barely hear within him rose in a cacophony of noises.

He was…

He was…!

Osm…!

Ozm…!

HUUM!

His existence fully formed. Interminable waves of crimson obsidian radiance flashed out.

His identity unveiled itself!

He was…

"Ozymandias!"

…!

"I am…the Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias!"

A deep and guttural voice that seemed like it was echoing out of the very depths of countless endings.

It was a voice that seemed to know innately that it was an Outerversal Morphon- that this was its first identity!

The name that came after that seemed to be from a long distant memory as the voice that uttered it out held a hint of melancholy.

One filled with resonance and Distinctions of unfathomable origins, one that seemed to be trying to remember.

What exactly was he trying to remember?

In the midst of this question, another voice shockingly echoed out as it was filled with depth and ancientness.

"What you are is loud, Young One."

…!

Another voice.

Was he not alone?

He tried to look around, but he could see nothing apart from the lack of light around him.

"You cannot even see, and yet are raucous enough to have already developed an ego? Take things a step at a time, Young One."

The ancient voice came out again.

This time, it felt kinder and filled with understanding as Ozymandias asked cautiously.

"How…do I see?"

Something that was simplicity itself, and yet seemingly impossible at the same time.

"To see in this place, you must properly outline your form. Your Outerverse. Only when you have substance can you begin to see."