Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3658

Chapter 3658 A Flame That Purifies!

The Great Beyonder cursed under her breath at the Wheel's calculations.

How were the three of them supposed to withstand the assault of twelve Dead True Sources of Existence?

Each one held its own complex weavings- and in that moment, Veyl'Aethra sighed, his eyes brimming with emotions far too tangled to describe.

He lifted his left hand, subtle and hidden from the sight of the Great Beyonder and Noah, who remained focused on the waves of Dead Things approaching.

His gaze fell upon his pale hand, where a swirling obsidian singularity bloomed in and out of existence. It made his entire limb spasm, flickering in and out of reality like a being that couldn't quite hold its place.

But his True Source pulsed silently.

He clenched his hand, stabilizing it. The Echo Distortion of Existence faded before it could be observed by the others.

He understood, at least in part, why the Wheel had merged the Gateway Domus together.

But he… couldn't bring himself to speak of it. Not yet.

Instead, he focused forward—preparing to unleash even more Pillars of Concordance, his True Source ready to burn at its limits.

Meanwhile, the Great Beyonder's expression darkened.

She took in the chaos around her and spoke, more to herself than to anyone else, her voice wrapped in solemn power.

"I've done this for so long. I've defended for millions of years. I thought of leaving a total of three times. But I stayed. I remained strong. Surely…this can't be how it all ends?"

Half of her attention drifted toward Noah.

As if she were still… expectantly waiting.

Noah met her gaze with a quiet smile, a flicker of calm in the storm of despair and uncertainty.

"You'll likely be put to work a little while longer," he said softly. "So hang in there."

…!

His words carried no grandeur- just truth.

There was no need for despair.

The Wheel of Existence wasn't finished with her yet.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Even as the Dead Things closed in from every direction, he stilled his breath and listened.

To the True Source of the Singed.

Its brightness. Its brilliance.

Its Complexity.

Its Purity.

It had been the first Source to speak to him.

Why had the Wheel done what it did?

The answer was always the same.

The Variable.

He was the variable.

And so, with his heart aligned to that truth, his flames began to hum—vibrating with sacred resonance as his voice echoed out to all present beings, living and dead.

"My flames are pure."

…!

"My flames are scorching."

…!

"My flames are glorious."

HUUUM!

"And my flames…are empowering."

The instant his final word rang out…

He unleashed the True Flames of the Singed.

The Pillar of Concordance of the Singed erupted in brilliance, releasing ringing waves of white-gold fire that surged outward, spiraling toward the Pillar of the Great Beyonder—inscribed with trillions of runes—and the Pillar of Veyl'Aethra, etched with the unraveling strands of time itself.

The flames touched the other Pillars…

BZZT!

…and ignited them.

The unfathomably pure white-gold fire acted as a catalyst, bonding with their constructs and causing their Pillars to blaze brighter, expand, and intensify.

The Great Beyonder and Veyl'Aethra could only look on, astonished.

A True Source…was empowering the True Sources of others?