Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3691

Echoes of Existence.

Some were echoes that stretched across Frequencies.

Others were of a different kind- types that many couldn't even begin to fathom.

But as the first Spoke representing a True Frequency of Entropy bloomed within the Infiniverse Megalos and caused unknown echoes to spread...

Previously scattered echoes that had bloomed from a Domus were about to make their return at this moment.

Old echoes.

Not the new echoes spreading out right now.

What the new echoes that were now spreading would bring…remained unknown.

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Outside the umbrella of the Wheel of Existence.

Past its Infinite Ravines and the Gateway Domus.

Beyond a silver rift flickering within the endless layers of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

HUUM!

The folds of collapse, existence, and nonexistence quaked as terrifying auras emerged, one after another.

Each more dreadful than the last.

At the forefront stood a childlike humanoid, its weavings actively devouring the surrounding strands of existence.

A grin stretched permanently from ear to ear. Its eyes were pure obsidian. Cold. Merciless.

Veltraxis, the Smiling Empty Maw.

He had been alerted by Vha'Nekrul, the Harmonized Sourcebound Icon who had watched Noah empower the Great Beyonder and Veyl'Aethra within a certain Gateway Domus.

Veltraxis appeared, his eerie smile sharpened with purpose. His body grew- dead skin tearing and expanding as waves of obsidian death and wonder rippled across him.

Now, he stood as a towering skeletal silhouette cloaked in shadow-threaded robes that flowed like liquefied void. Spiked bone protrusions crowned his head like a twisted halo, and his maw stretched unnaturally wide, filled with serrated, smiling teeth. His limbs tapered into tendrils, swaying as if whispering secrets to the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

His Complexity... was High.

High!

Not Average. Not Moderate.

High!

Around him, massive Dead Things of similar Complexity manifested one after another, each more unstable than the last. Their weavings barely held together by Sorrowglass True Source Panaceas- without which, they would become Fractal Beings.

Veltraxis, the Smiling Empty Maw, stood before the gateway- its infinite edges flickering with threads of decayed stars and devoured timelines. His hollow smile widened as his voice rang out- a paradox of elegance and entropy.

"For cycles uncounted, we have wandered...half-things, hollow, converged into this mockery of form. And why? Because we believed. Because we hoped. Because we hunted the Loom. Each Wheel whispered fragments, echoes of a pattern... but never the whole. Some gave us strands. Others? Silence. Absolutely fucking nothing. But this one... this Wheel of Existence... it sings of vibrant True Sources. It might hold a melody. And if it hides a piece of the Loom within its Spokes..."

"Then we shall strip it bare. Burn its Frequencies. Shatter its weavings until it bleeds the truth we were denied. We are tired of being Dead Things pretending to live. I want my True Source alive again- bright, burning, unforgotten! The rest of you feel the same, yes?!"

HUUM!

His weavings buzzed as monstrous forms of beings with Below Average Purity but High Complexity seethed behind him. One stepped forward-

a hunchback giant composed entirely of writhing worms.

"O 77th Mawbearer of Recursive Hunger, shall I alert nearby Mawbearers of this possibility?"