Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3631

Noah closed his eyes, delving deep into the flame. With his intricate complexity and the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed, he passed through the flame with ease and began searching for the weavings of Ezekiel.

It did not take long. His will spread through the flame like Mana through rivers of reality, touching and wrapping around a particular set of weavings. And there, in the heart of what Emelline had called the Sacred Flame, part of Noah manifested as he found what he was looking for.

He saw a man, or rather, the flame-born image of one that was serene, noble, and wreathed in tranquil fire. The man met Noah's gaze and spoke, his voice echoing out with grandness!

"I did not expect my flow, once spent, to be stirred again by any complexity. To wake from the basking of countless flames, what does the Origin Singed seek of me?"

As with the others before him, Ezekiel had looked once upon Noah and decided that he was the Origin Singed.

Noah no longer questioned it as the Pathway he held must bear such purity and likeness to the True Source of the Singed that those attuned to it saw no difference.

He gave a single nod and replied evenly:

"I need to locate the pathway to the True Frequency of the Singed."

…!

Ezekiel raised an eyebrow, amused.

"I might ask how the Origin Singed lost the path to his own home, but I know better than to question. If you wish to connect to the True Frequency, you need only connect to the weavings of every Singed in this Frequency and inscribe the Rune of the SINGED. The path will open."

So simple?

Noah nodded once more and began to withdraw from the Sacred Flame, giving a light nod of thanks to Ezekiel's weavings. As he did, the embers within the distance called out with a final flicker:

"It was good to see you again, Sir. However brief our meeting."

"..."

Noah said nothing to such words.

He emerged from the flame fully and turned towards Emelline and the other Singed who awaited him, their gazes filled with expectation.

Any other Source Complexity might have buckled under the weight of such gazes!

But Noah? He bore the crushing weight of the Infiniverse Megalos already as this was just another Monday for him.

"Come," he said, turning his gaze to each of them. "Connect your weavings to mine. The pathway to the True Frequency of the Singed must be opened."

…!

He spoke freely.

And the Singed only glanced at each other briefly before…they obeyed without hesitation!

Mysara's eyes gleamed with anticipation, her flames burning a glorious blue.

Emelline, ever the calmest flame, smiled and nodded. She looked towards Noah, and in a voice only he could hear, she said:

"I told you before that when the weavings need the Origin Singed, he appears, whether or not he believes he is one."

Her eyes burned like miniature suns.

Noah arched a brow in response to this nonsense and then raised his hand as a tendril of flame unfurled from him, radiant and pure as it sank into Emelline's chest.

BZZT!

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