Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3659

Chapter 3659 The Complexity of the Dead! I

As Noah looked at the many areas of focus he had to pour his attention into, weavings of existence continued to unfold.

The merging of the Gateway Domus was complex and chaotic, unfolding at the same time as the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality, the Pale Verbum Labyrinth, and the Domus of Absolute Fear of Existence twisted and tore into each other- each Wild True Source striving to overpower the next in a terrifying display of supremacy.

In the midst of these terrifyingly intricate reactions and interactions, in the farthest reaches where distance was nearly impossible to measure, something stirred. From the direction of the Wild True Sources of Existence where the Dead Things emerged...

Surrounded by the Wild True Source of Fear, a Dead Thing stood with its aura entirely retracted, as though it truly were lifeless.

It was something called Vha'Nekrul, the Corpse Lattice of Memory.

A Dead Thing born of the Dead True Source known as Mnemosyne Abyssum.

A True Source that dealt in memory, and at this moment, the very memory of his existence had been forgotten by the Wild True Source around him, as though he'd never been.

He appeared as a massive chained skeleton formed of crumbling brains and eyes, wrapped in flickering neural filaments. Thoughts echoed around him like whispered screams in forgotten languages, and his presence was utterly horrific.

And yet, in that moment, those crumbling eyes and brains focused on the figure of Noah and his dazzling white-gold flames- flames that were actively empowering the Pillars of Concordance of other True Sources, making them blindingly stronger.

Stronger, to the extent that even from such an impossible distance where his own Source had been erased from memory, he could still feel the looming threat.

As he watched, his weavings trembled tumultuously, as though he had uncovered something unthinkable.

And then, this Dead Thing, Vha'Nekrul, the Corpse Lattice of Memory, turned in the opposite direction and shot away with solemn purpose.

He moved across the Wild Resource of Fear as if he knew how to escape a place that had no concept of measurable distance.

His Dead True Source pulsed, contracted, and pulsed again, flickering in and out of existence as it crossed unknowable spans in mere moments.

At the same time, he seemed to manipulate his Source, causing his memory to vanish from the grasp of time itself. One second passed and yet, at the same time, thousands of years could have flowed by. It didn't matter.

It was unfathomable and hard to explain, but the distortion of the True Source was so profound that moments after he began his trajectory, he began flickering in and out of existence, depleting the authority of his True Source by a terrifying amount to do one thing.

Escape the Wild True Source of Fear.

Escape the Infinite Ravines of the Absolute Complex True Source, an ancient place he and many other Dead Things had discovered and fed from over millions of years.

None of them had truly wanted to leave. Not even the Wild True Sources of the Gateway Domus, for even they found nourishment in devouring what they could to sustain their decaying, dying True Sources.

But this Dead Thing left anyway because it had seen something.

After leaving the Infinite Ravines, all that protected it from the ravages of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds was its own decaying Source, but that Source now pulsed like it carried a signal. And Vha'Nekrul burned even more of its authority, making terrifying jumps across incalculable distances- flickering through time, or rather, the absence of it until finally, he saw it.

A blinding, swirling mass of darkness. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

And his dead eyes…were relieved.