Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3678

One body of his finished up in the Frequency of Light.

Another body of his remained in the True Frequency of the Singed.

He looked at the necrotizing, shattered piece of a white Wheel of Existence that floated within his constraints and bindings as he surveyed this Frequency.

It no longer had its Origin Singed.

He looked at the many Singed who were gravely injured, as well as the figures of Emelline and Mysara.

They no longer had an Origin Singed to rely on at this moment, and Noah was all they had left.

Did that make him the True Origin Singed?

His gaze sharpened at such a weaving of an idea as he turned and looked toward the direction Bob had been trying so hard to reach.

Toward where the very core weavings of the Wheel of Existence should be!

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As one man gazed over the endless weavings of the Wheel and what could possibly lie at their very center...

Across the endless Weave, where one could cross to enter countless Frequencies or step into the Infinite Ravines.

Within the Infinite Ravines themselves, inside a Gateway Domus filled with shattered mirrors reflecting absolutely nothing…

In here, the Omnifather could be seen sitting atop a fractured mirror, his form brilliantly massive and so vast that his sunken head alone had once been mistaken for a dying star.

His body was etched with ever-changing glyphs, ancient symbols of possible existences long collapsed. His flesh gleamed with multicolored brilliance- not like a rainbow, but like refracted stardust from a billion different parallel weavings of existence, constantly shifting in hue, tone, and density as if he were made from every plane of existence stitched together!

Yet… he looked truly worn.

Tired.

Sunken eyes, vast enough to hold the reflections of galaxies, stared downward, weighed by the burden of eons. His face was aged- wrinkled by gravity itself, time folding over it like paper too long exposed to the elements. His back was hunched, shoulders curled inward, as if the pressure of existence still rested upon them!

The Omnifather was the singular wielder of the True Source of Versality…was.

The Origin of variation, a source of infinite possibility and adaptation. Versality was the power to embody, merge, or reinterpret every other possibility out there. It had limitless fluidity. However, this blessing was also a curse. Versality never ceases. It shifts endlessly, pulling on him, draining him, never allowing rest, as even his existence must change. Thus, he appeared fractured and weary- a being endlessly rewriting himself, bearing the totality of all the possible forms he could be!

It was why, when he failed Existence Severing, he did not perish.

There were countless other possibilities of him that did not fail.

So he simply pulled upon them.

He made his mistakes.

A great deal of them, in fact.

His sunken eyes thought about the Dead Thing he had let in countless years ago, because he simply wanted to return into the weavings of the Wheel.

The Dead Thing…

HUUUM!

In his thoughts, the massive figure of the Omnifather was forced to raise his head as he felt the terrifying glow of a Dead Thing's complexity erupting across the Gateway Domus he protected!

And when he looked, he found this Dead Thing looking back at him.

Shooting across the Domus as if it were coming from the direction of… the Wheel of Existence itself.

As if it was leaving the Wheel of Existence, crossing the Gateway Domus, and heading out toward the Nullvein Gravewake Folds!

The Omnifather looked at the Dead Thing, his eyes trembling in incredulity and shock.