Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3649

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.