Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3705

Life and death hung in the balance.

Literally.

At a time such as this when an utterly confounding existence tore apart the Infinite Ravines- it bled into the weavings of the Wheel of Existence.

Within Hell Terra Firma.

In the skies where a massive satellite floated, the figure of a tan-skinned Barbatos stood beside Noah as she watched a black-and-white tendril of light descend toward her from above.

"Is something serious happening right now?"

She asked Noah, her eyes tinged with curiosity.

Noah remained beside her, giving a light nod, his gaze resting on the bleak gray earth stretching endlessly across this hellish frequency.

"Somewhat serious. A lot of things will change. You... might change."

…!

Barbatos blinked at his words, but a spark of understanding lit her eyes. She smiled.

"Is it... my other self? Or other Selves across frequencies?"

She had hit the heart of the matter.

Noah nodded.

"In the time to come, all weavings of existence will likely merge. By the time you attain your True Source, every possibility across frequencies that represents you will have unified. But you, and others closely tied to me, will become singular in nature, even if not yet in complexity soon. Across frequencies and possibilities, there will be only one Weaving of Existence. A single you, filled with all your possibilities."

Barbatos smiled and nodded brightly.

"As long as I am with you, I think everything will be okay."

…!

She said this with unshakable joy. Noah nodded gently, and in the next moment, the black-gold string of the Eldritch Expanse struck the back of her head, her body falling completely still.

Across the Eldritch Expanse, countless black-and-white strings stretched out endlessly, connecting to all entities across this frequency and other Frequencies.

|Absolute Wheel Ontopathogenesis|...was unfolding in full bloom.

It spread across all frequencies of the Wheel of Existence, ignited from the very core of its construct.

Noah watched it unfold, his gaze calm.

Calculated.

He wasn't angry.

He wasn't sad.

He wasn't brimming with joy.

At this moment, he simply was.

He felt his own Weavings of Existence begin to stretch outward, reaching toward every possibility across the Wheel's frequencies as he reflected on himself.

He, who once vowed he could never fail.

But…

|The Truthborne Continuum, Veritarch, asks why.|

HUUM!

His weavings buzzed.

His last System of Existence, meant to embody all he was, questioned him.

Why couldn't Noah fail?

He had made mistakes.

He remembered his greatest one, the reason he turned back time itself to correct it.

The moment with the Devilish Time Unveiler.

And there were other mistakes. Even those he didn't call mistakes were still choices, paths he could have walked differently.

Yet each of them, mistake or not, had made him who he was.

Because he watched the Spiritual Land break, he swore never to allow such loss again.

Because he saw those he loved nearly die, he promised to protect them with everything he had.

His mistakes shaped him.

From them, he drew the conclusion that failure wasn't an option.

Why? Veritarch asked.

Why?

"Because I am... Noah Osmont."

HUUM!

"I am a father."

"I am a son."

"I am—"

|Veritarch, the Truthborne Continuum, rejects your reasoning.|

HUUM!

His weavings buzzed.

His eyes remained calm, solemn, as the depths of his budding Living Wheel shook.

His Final System of Existence rejected his answer.

And asked again.

He asked himself again.

|Why?|

…!

BOOM!

Around him, Hell Terra Firma trembled.