Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3669

Chapter 3669 Ashes IV.

Every action had an equal and opposite reaction.

Every choice had a consequence.

Noah stared at the man- a being who had become a Dead Thing- someone who had made countless choices across a long life, all of them leading here.

To this.

A prison of Noah's making. And unless something drastic happened like shattering another Dead Absolute Complex True Source-getting out would be nearly impossible.

Yet Bob remained calm, surrounded by the weavings of the True Source of Ruination, his mind remarkably intact. He called out, his voice unwavering.

"My daughter. I do all of this for my daughter. She's locked within this Absolute Complex True Source of Existence."

His eyes flicked to the black Wheel of Existence that hovered beside him, its weavings unbearably complex. At the center, untouched, was a soul he had never dared to disturb.

"Others- others can be called out and turned into Faceless Lifeforms. But her… I've never touched her soul. I've never even spoken to her. I feared tainting her with death. But if I can find that... I should be able to reinvigorate the Dead Wheel of Existence. Everyone within it would be saved. It's such a simple act. Harmless. This… this is all I seek. I'm just a father seeking a sliver of hope for his daughter."

Bob's voice rang with conviction, as if he had built every ounce of his existence toward this moment.

Noah's expression didn't shift. Cold. Unmoved.

The fable of the Scorpion and the Frog echoed in his mind.

This man, this thing…would sting and kill them all, no matter how sweetly he spoke.

But Noah still asked.

"What is that? The thing you and the one who destroyed your Wheel were chasing—what is it?"

He needed to know the identity of this unknown force that powerful beings were chasing.

The reason he hadn't believed Bob wasn't just distrust—it was because the entity who had destroyed Bob's Wheel eons ago…they had come seeking the same thing. They hadn't intended to destroy. They had come for that.

And yet, destruction followed.

So how could Bob expect anything different?

Still, Noah sought answers.

Bob turned toward him, his eyes aglow with weary truth.

"It is unknown. Many call it different names. No one knows what it truly is. But we believe that unique Absolute Complex True Sources… they act as pathways. Some call it The Loom. Others call it the Pirene of Existence. Everyone has their name for it, and yet… no one has ever found or seen it. But I believe its pathway is here. I just…"

He trailed off.

All he needed was to reach the core weavings of the Wheel of Existence.

But Noah could never allow it. The risk was too great.

That, too, was a choice.

And because no one ever truly knew the consequences of even the smallest decisions, Noah raised the Cradle of Purity high above the endless prison of Ruination.

He was about to make a choice of his own.

He had to.

Because in this very moment, his body—traveling alongside the Origin Singed—flickered across countless frequencies of Existence until they finally arrived…

At hell.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The Frequency of Light shook violently. Its very fabric teetered on collapse. What once brimmed with vibrant auras and silver-white brilliance had now been reduced to dust.

Minutes ago, the Expanse had been filled with life. The strings of existence—tense and bright.

Now?

Fractured.

Broken.

Drained of light!

The Flow. The Weavings. The very essence of the Frequency of Light—over half of it—was gone. Devoured.

Every Pioneer. Every Existence-Severing entity. Every Source, whether it be Lesser or Prime.

White gold flames of the Wheel innately washed down like a sea to try and scorch them, but they withstood these flames with their Dead True Sources! _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}