Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3707

Yes.

Veltraxis could feel it.

Noah was both here, and not.

Noah nodded slowly.

"A Paradox, isn't it? I may be here. I may not. My threat still stands, and I'll act early since you all did not listen. I cannot yet challenge your Mawbearers. Your Complexity…it's beyond me for now. For...now. And you…"

He turned his gaze to the 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo.

Melodrass.

"You, who stands even further beyond was a heavy enigma. But I am redefining myself. And it seems I must learn more- about True Sources. Mine, yours, and everyone elses."

His expression hardened.

"You ignored my threat. So now, I'll use your forces as experiments to understand, starting with you Harmonized Sourcebound Icons and Converged Architects. O Mawbearers of the Hollow Concord of Nullity."

…!

He would use their Harmonized Sourcebound Icons and Converged Architects to understand!

Veltraxis and the other Mawbearers heard this as their Complexities exploded- thundering toward Noah's figure. Yet Melodrass… did not move.

As if he could see through the illusion laid before them.

And Noah, seeing this, gave the powerful being a nod of recognition.

"This guy gets it. The slight weavings of Paradox."

BOOM!

Multiple complex Dead True Sources thundered where Noah's body should have been- yet they flickered through him, as if he wasn't truly there.

Melodrass alone remained still, as if aware that an attack here would be meaningless.

For the first time, he raised his hand- commandingly, as if issuing an order to the other Mawbearers.

His voice, rarely heard, emerged not from his lips, but from the instrument his fingers played. And through it, a voice tinged with weight echoed out.

|This Favored Living Thing Veltraxis has found is... somewhat unique. Just now, he retracted all his Weavings of Existence deep into the Wheel. What he left behind are Paradoxes- among the most difficult True Sources to grasp, whether Living or Dead. To capture his Weavings, we must find the place where he converged everything. Spread into the Frequencies of this Wheel of Existence. Corner him. Let us draw out his true self, free of Paradoxes. But for now, some of you...|

He glanced at the distant figures- Dead Things bearing complexity at the Harmonized Sourcebound Icon level, and others not at the level of Mawbearers yet, but still at the Converged Architect stage.

He looked again, and in that moment, multiple figures resembling Noah appeared across the ruptured Infinite Ravines, their Weavings surging.

|Try and protect the others.|

TRIING!

He struck another chord.

A terrifying Complexity bloomed.

And a distant Noah watched with cold eyes as another 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo appeared- Melodrass.

Two bodies.

|One of me will claim the Wheel. The other shall remain here. I've summoned

Old 6th in case we need his help securing and locking down particularly difficult True Sources—of which this entity...has many. This is of great interest to us as of now. Veltraxis, well done.|

…!

One Melodrass spoke before vanishing in a streak of light, like a dead star streaking across the rending Frequencies of the Wheel.

The other struck another chord, sending waves of deathly brilliance crashing into Noah's multiple bodies that flickered in and out of existence.

BOOM!

More than half dispersed. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

But more bloomed instantly.

One Noah now stood before a Converged Architect resembling a skeletal centipede.

His eyes were serene.

He spoke.

"O True Source of the Singed… how have I been using you? What... are you?"

HUUM!

His bodies buzzed.

Each one erupted in white-gold flames.

No Pillars of Concordance. No Mythic True Signatures.

Just flames.

Just a Source.

Others declared Ordinances that aligned with their Weavings of Existence- paths they believed were true to them. They then underwent Amalgamation- becoming one with that Ordinance.

Only then did they sever it from Existence.

Only then did they pioneer their Pathways, complexity rising until they formed their Source.

Lesser. Greater. Prime. Some so undeniable they became... True.

Once True, one no longer needed a Wheel. Their True Source alone sustained them.

Their True Source became the core of their Origin, Body, and Soul.

Its greatness and its limits defined them forevermore.

But Noah... didn't walk that path.

He never underwent full Amalgamation.