Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3493

The struggle for control over his weavings!

To obtain control absolutely, isolation was the only path and this way, there would be no interactions with other weavings.

No choices to make due to causality that came from interacting with others.

Just seclusion away from everything as if the flow of the Wheel flows as it should always flow, would there be someone else who can come along and face whatever mystery was currently unfolding?

If Noah didn’t bother with Bob’s weavings and he remained sealed.

Would there be someone similar to Bob in other Frequencies who would be able to stand against the Faceless Entities and return leadership to the Wheelomachy?

The more he thought of isolation as means of absolute control, the more he thought as his weavings went towards a few specific beings.

The Great Beyonder. The Omnifather.

Where were they in all this? If they couldn’t be found currently, did they take that step of isolation to attain full control of their own weavings?

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Millions of thoughts crossed Noah’s mind as he felt the not so subtle changes to his physiology and being as the System of Existence of the Singed continued to empower everything.

He waved his hands as he called out Severed Outerversal Authority.

WU!

Obsidian brilliance bloomed, but around it- silent golden flames seethed as even these weavings became burnt!

And its severed intensity and complexity took a step higher- at least by a factor of two.

Noah was musing the possibility of isolation, but in the depths of his heart, he knew that it wasn’t something he would do.

Just lock himself away?

He knew that eventually, there would be someone or something that takes the reins, and in his isolation- such a being or their forces could appear and destroy everything he had built!

Hell Terra Firma was isolated and unique, but even he could go in and out. What if another force came that could do something similar with all these ongoing changes?

No amount of isolation would be enough.

So was there actually a choice, or an illusion of one?

He would actively continue to be involved.

Because his involvement led to something like this.

He raised his and observed the golden flames burning around him.

To become a Burnt One.

To be Singed by the Flame of the Wheel!

It seemed to carry a grandiose meaning as he wondered- apart from Tam of the Singed, how many more lay out there?!

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Within the same Frequency of Existence.