Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3713

The ignorant moved without fear.

Such words remained far too true across the weavings of existence.

Across the stretches of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds, collapse, existence, and nonexistence flowed with the living and the dead- neither side able to say what the truth of all weavings truly were.

Both the living and the dead looked for purpose.

Whether such a purpose could be found…was another question entirely.

BOOM!

The Peacemaker floated in the folds of collapse and madness, his gaze locked on the far distance where he could still hear the constant bombardment of the place he once called home.

Home.

He had gone from one infinite tower to the next until he finally escaped the bounds of an entire weaving of a Prime Frequency.

He sought peace, and yet… complete peace always managed to elude him.

"I want to help…"

His voice was little more than a whisper, but the moment the words left him, his chest buzzed and vibrated as the Enneagram spun in reply.

|Such a thing is ill-advised at this moment. Your complexity is far too low to change the outcome. It is not in line with your peace. And the weavings of another have already moved at this moment, tremendously minimizing the loss of life in this eventual outcome.|

…!

The words were calm, monotone in nature, and yet it was his voice that echoed back—his own…yet not. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

The Enneagram.

They became silent at its words, eyes still fixed on the distance where the weavings of a living wheel of existence bled into the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

Its location no longer bound in a unique folding of existence and nonexistence. Its Infinite Ravines torn and bleeding alongside it. And now—now the allure of a genuine white-gold wheel of existence began to bloom across the obsidian chaotic folds.

It was being laid out in the open.

Bare for all to see.

"When will it be enough? When can things finally and fully align…with my peace?"

The helplessness pressing into his chest was suffocating.

Everyone he was intimately entangled with- all those from his realm, even Megalos, where he'd spent most of his time progressing, were contained within his Enneagram.

Shielded by it.

Held under its umbrella.

But watching the decimation of the place that once housed his Megalos and his Frequency…that was a hard thing to do.

And the answer that came from the Enneagram was as monotone as always.

|When I am complete. When you are complete. The Folds are endlessly vast. Many possible materials are scattered in different weavings of the Living and the Dead. Moving from here will allow this completion to progress even faster, albeit things will be more dangerous. A single step in the wrong Folds could put you in peril.|

The Enneagram stated.

The Peacemaker's gaze turned hazy as his eyes gradually lit with clarity and quiet resolve. He turned to face the endless directions of the Fold.

"What are you?"

It was a question he'd asked countless times before, and today, just before receiving an answer, he left the umbrella of the wheel of existence he had called home.

|I am you. A possibility and potential of what could be. An intricate construct capable of freely traversing the Folds.|

…!

The words lingered in the air as they rang out, and the figure of the Peacemaker silently disappeared.

His heart was not at peace.

Not yet.

And so, he moved, desperate to find it- desperate for redemption through his own personal weavings.