Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3630

As the weavings of an Amarantos Dream unfolded with obscurity in one region.

Across the Frequencies of Existence, other weavings manifested gloriously.

In an unknown Frequency.

Dazzling, multicolored rivers of reality swirled around a particular region, stretching outward for light-years.

At the center of these rivers stood a figure- Bob!

A placid expression filled his eyes as he toyed with a Node of Existence.

Before him hovered two dazzling Wheels of Existence, one black and one white as they were manifestations of profound power- of True Sources!

He held a sense of wonder and clarity as he gazed into the depths of these Dead True Sources.

Within their intricate design and countless spokes, one could see the weavings of entire seas of existence.

Seas of weavings.

At this moment, Bob focused on a specific subsection of the black Wheel of Existence.

Between two spokes lay a thick, dark sea- a place where the wails and screams of quintillions echoed.

These wails were drenched in pain and terror, the kind that would drive any being mad if they listened for even an hour.

And yet, Bob had listened to them endlessly, for eons.

Not just from this small subsection of the black wheel but from its vast expanse and from the white Wheel of Existence as well.

The screams of grief, indignation, fear, and hopelessness-he bore them all!

Over and over and over again.

Now, in the section he studied that was buried beneath countless weavings, he found the collapsed existence of none other than Giuseppe.

Linked to him as a True Bearer of Despondency, Giuseppe's very foundation now resided within his Source of Existence.

Bob reached out, his limb plunging into the dazzling black wheel and wrapping around the wailing weavings that once were Giuseppe.

BZZT!

A heavy friction surged, the effort monumental, but Bob did it anyway.

He grasped the weavings, like a singularity in his hand, his eyes flickering as he began reading its memories.

A moment later, he let out a light chuckle.

"A single second...this was the extent of the forces I prepared required to be utterly erased from existence?"

He shook his head at the absurdity, but he did not deny it had happened.

Over the eons, Bob had come to understand a truth.

Existence could be utterly ridiculous. Depending on who you were and what you did, you might be embraced by the weavings of existence, or you might stand against them.

Bob was currently standing against them.

The weavings of existence, especially in an Absolute Complex True Source, were unfathomably powerful.

A single action from him could trigger a cascade of disproportionate reactions from existence itself.

Noah Osmont...he appeared to be one such disproportionate reaction.

Yet Bob continued.

For him, there was no other path, only forward.

He fed complexity into the collapsed weavings that were Giuseppe as in seconds, the wailing ceased.

Moments later, Bob released his tentacled limb, and the illusory figure of Giuseppe reformed before him.

A terrifying work of complexity.