Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3668

Chapter 3668 Ashes III

An endless prison.

Bob was falling, physically and existentially, after reaching the True Frequency of the Singed through shocking means.

Noah watched him, sensing the growing burst of complexity within and then spoke aloud.

"You might be able to get out if you shatter the other Dead Absolute Complex True Source of Existence. Or you might not. But if you do, all the cards you have will be lost. The feasibility of even getting close to what you want will be all but gone."

His voice echoed with quiet dread as Bob's form continued plummeting into the Endless Ruin- Infinite Bastille.

Bob's face twisted in anguish, his voice a raw bellow.

"I just want to save her! I...just want her back! Why must Existence itself fight me at every turn?!"

His mind hovered at the brink of collapse, his mental state unraveling at the edges.

Noah stared, his body wrapped in the crimson allure of Ruination. Around him, a Pillar of Concordance of Ruination bloomed as he stood like a warden over the plummeting being.

Elsewhere, another of Noah's bodies that had been perched atop the True Heart of Existence devouring everything it could flashed, now wrapped in obsidian-stellar light, glowing with the True Source of Existence.

He appeared directly above the Origin Singed who was smashed against a remnant Spoke of the Wheel, his chest liquefying in a necrotizing bloom as a shattered half of a white wheel was embedded within him and suppressing his very weavings of existence.

Noah's gaze was cold.

"Your return to the Wheel of Existence...did anything follow you? Did any Dead Thing slip through the Gateway Domus you protected?"

His eyes burned with restrained fury.

The Origin Singed roared his answer as he felt his weavings of existence collapsing.

"Two. Two Dead Things have entered!"

…!

Noah's expression turned soured, his words coming out freely. _{freēwebnovel.com}

"Fucking hell."

In solving one problem, they'd ushered in two more.

The Origin Singed looked to him with a face that mingled power, pain, and a strange apathy.

"The core of the Wheel must be protected. Nothing, not even you, should enter. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel weaves. Since you've stopped that Dead Thing from advancing, perhaps you are now the latest weaving. Protect it. I will…"

His words faltered, his existence crumbling with them.

Noah's voice cut through him like a blade.

"Shut the fuck up and clean up the mess you made."

HUUM!

His hand stretched forth, tendrils of obsidian-stellar light erupting as he grasped the necrotizing shard of the Wheel of Existence.

A black Pillar of Concordance crashed down, engulfing the entire region, bathing the white wheel and the bloodied figure of the pierced Origin Singed.

"Echoes of the Unwritten."

HUUM!

Noah's voice held no warmth as the weavings of Existence burst forth in magnificent wonder.

Power surged- power to undo, to redo- spilling over the Origin Singed. His horrific wounds began to reverse, the embedded white wheel slowly drawing itself out, suspended in air.

But as Noah rewound the attack, his weavings sensed something—a whisper of corruption nestled between the broken white wheel and the healing wound of the Origin Singed.

As the wound sealed, a silent, creeping infection remained- the will of the Great Usurper.