Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3751

As Noah and Kalysta approached the base of the first Paradoxical Fold Mountain, existence itself seemed to roll into a heavy silence.

They passed Monads and Primarchs scattered here and there as they slowly ascended.

The mountain they reached bore a name etched into the Folds by those who dared to scale it.

Votharion, the Mountain of Forgotten Futures.

It rose in jagged, towering layers of obsidian-black stone, the veins of its cliffs pulsing with paradox-light.

Dead and Living Trees lined its base, their bark braided with glowing threads of chaos and possibility. Each branch held not leaves, but chaotic blossoms shaped like collapsed timelines and decaying crowns.

Their roots curled around floating orbs- tiny dead Omniverses, flickering with lightless memories. Some pulsed. Others blinked in and out.

And standing like silent sentinels were the obsidian Pillars.

Each one spiraled into the air, filled with glyphs of resonance and death. These were Concordance Pillars, but not like the ones found in the Outer Wheel Platform. These were untouched by balance. Untouched by order.

At the top of these Pillars, some were empty, while others had Monads or Primarchs sitting atop them.

Noah's 3-inch Null Form moved slowly as he passed beneath the boughs of a Dead Tree whose hollow trunk whispered to him in the voice of existence that once might have been.

And then he looked down.

The ground shimmered with glorious Sigil Fragments.

But not like those he had found before.

These fragments pulsed with layers- each one a chaotic lattice of incomplete Truth. Their forms fluctuated, shapes shifting between runes, living memory, and spiraling light. They burned. Some flickered through phases of possibility and existence at the same time.

Kalysta paused beside him, her face composed but serious. "Anything you pick here," she said quietly, "will have no less than one hundred fragments. And each one will fight you. Each one will test not just your comprehension… but your very framework of existence and its capability to understand."

Noah nodded, taking in the dizzying complexity of the fragments below.

Then he stepped lightly into the air, his Null Form humming as he ascended a few feet above the mountain's base.

He scanned the terrain, eyes narrowed, golden-blue irises glowing faintly.

He observed everything nearby and looked for something unique. And among the chaotic mess of fractals and weavings...

WUU!

He saw it.

A bright, sparkling white Sigil Fragment.

Unlike the others, it pulsed calmly. A clarity amidst madness. It did not shift erratically, it shimmered with deliberate brilliance, like a heartbeat steady against the storms.

He descended toward it.

But before he could reach out, his eyes and gaze just so happened to be scanning everything!

So in the corner of his eyes, he also captured a visage. It should have just been something random.

But…he was forced to do a double take.

His gaze lifted.

And he saw the figure again and affirmed with a sense of surprise.

Seated cross-legged atop a towering obsidian Pillar near the white Sigil he was going for just ahead was a man.

His back was straight. His robe a wonder of flowing green and white fire, stitched with radiant disorder. His skin was dark bronze, etched with runes that seemed to drink the existence around him.

His aura did not blaze. It didn't scream.

It radiated a calm so absolute that the surrounding Existence bent around him in silent reverence.

Noah's eyes widened.

He had seen this figure before!

In the verdant light of the First Breaking.

In the Records of the Witness!

It was…

Resplendent Monad Romulus!

But… he wasn't a Monad anymore.

NAME: Romulus, Verdant Flame of Collapse

TITLE: Primarch of Entropic Continuity

TRUE SOURCE: Entropy

CQ: 111,111(179,999) SU | PQ: 111,111(180,000) SU

NULL FORM: 500 Inches

And his Null Form…

It loomed like a reality-rendering titan.

Massive. Thick!

A 500-inch form of collapsing wheels and molten rings. Each layer of the Null Form spun in opposing directions, tearing and reforming itself constantly, bathing the mountain in tides of decaying brilliance.

Flames of green-gold Entropy flared from its edges, wrapping around the stone Pillars of the Fold and sinking into the roots of the mountain itself. It was beautiful. Terrifying.

A monument to paradox given form.

Entropy…of a different color entirely from Noah's own.

Noah's breath left him in silence.

Then he spoke as his weavings buzzed with remembrance.

"Romulus."

HUUM!

The name echoed.

And above…

Romulus opened his eyes.

Verdant green. Ancient. Burning with layered sorrow and undying resolve.

They met Noah's.

Deep and ageless eyes.

He looked down at Noah and frowned.

"You know me?"

Noah didn't answer at first. Instead, he walked slowly toward the gleaming white Sigil fragment. He picked it up, felt the screaming depth of its resonance, and only then did he speak.

"I saw you," Noah said. "In the records of the Witness. The First Breaking of the Wheel of Existence. I saw it all… through his eyes."

…!

BOOM!

The terrifting Null Form ahead shivered with a terrifying pressure as if it had received a great shock!

A shock…that gradually paved way to joy.

Romulus blinked. Then, he smiled. Then, he laughed.

A deep, glorious sound that echoed like a choir of dying stars coming back to life.

He leapt from his pillar, descending in a smooth arc before landing lightly a few meters from Noah.

"Little Witness… So he's still causing trouble and living through Records…"

Noah was silent.

Romulus' voice turned soft. "Since we were ejected… since that Breaking of the Wheel… we've all been trying to look for and return. To find our Home Wheel of Existence. Those who survived…no one remembers exactly where it is. No one knows how to locate it. Only that we belonged to it. That we came from it. That it carried us through an entire Breaking."

He looked skyward, nostalgic!

"I remember the True Frequencies. My home True Frequency of the End. Of Genesis. Of Fire. Of Light. Of Dark." He shook his head, eyes suddenly far. "After the Breaking… they must've degraded. At best, they'd survive as Prime Frequencies now. Maybe even less. Haha, how are the weavings of existence now? How is Little Witness?"

Primarch Romulus asked with bright eyes of hope and expectation!

And finally… Noah looked at this being and spoke calmly.

"The Witness…is dead."

…!

Romulus blinked, becoming utterly still.

Noah continued.

"The Wheel underwent its final Breaking. The Dead and Living both attacked during the final turn of the Wheel. The Witness tried to hold the weavings alongside all of us… but he died at the end. Crushed beneath too many layers of existence."

Romulus' golden eyes burned.

A heavy silence descended as in the distance, event the figure of Primarch Kalysta felt like she was intruding on something.

After the silence, the expression on Romulus dimmed as he asked with unfathomable veiled rage.

"Who?"

HUUM!

"Who ended the Witness? Who drove the Wheel to death?"

Noah did not hesitate as he replied calmly.

"Primarch Eluriah Veilnox of the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds killed the Witness- rewrote his entire existence with hers. And the Mawbearers of the Hollow Concord of Nullity… they triggered the chain that unraveled the rest. I was not strong enough to change anything back then, and I…even had to leave at the end to preserve my own weavings."

HUUM!

He spoke as if this happened ages ago. But truly, it was just days.

Silence was all that followed.

Romulus' Null Form flared.

Primarch Kalysta looked between the two of them calmly, her eyes shining bright.

Entropy spun faster. The cliff behind Primarch Romulus cracked, unable to contain his budding fury.

"I see," he said quietly.

Romulus stood still for a moment, the green-gold embers of entropy flickering across his armor, licking the folds of the air with restrained fury.

His massive Null Form of 500 inches spiraled behind him like a sovereign storm, each collapsing wheel and molten ring spinning at odds with one another—tension wrapped in elegance.

Kalysta and Noah said nothing!

Then, Romulus broke the silence.

"You know… I once told the Little Witness," he began, his voice low and laden with ancient weight, "that existence balances itself between Life and Death by necessity. That for every moment of radiance, there must be one of collapse. For every genesis, a forgotten ending. And for every Living Thing who dares to breathe… a Dead Thing waiting to inhale what they exhale."

He turned slowly, his gaze cast over the mountain horizon, toward the endless obsidian sky.

"But what happens when that balance is mocked? When those who should hold the threads decide they alone deserve to weave them? When the Witness dies… and the Wheel turns one last time?"

His hand clenched tighter.

"We were cast away like refuse. Scattered. Searching. I believed, perhaps foolishly, that the Wheel would one day stabilize. That we'd return and find it brighter. Better. But now….now I see this was but a dream."

The entropy around him dimmed, consolidating into his Null Form. A deliberate silence followed. Then, he turned to Noah fully and spoke out!

"Do you have another body out there?" he asked suddenly. "Can you lead me to them- the Mawbearers? The Primarch of that Chronosect of Threadbound Folds? I wish to teach them a lesson in life and death."

WAA!

Noah's eyes burned bright as he reevaluated this entity befor him. His voice remained cool as he replied!

"I can lead you to the Mawbearers," he said. "They left too many entanglements to remain hidden. But the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds… I know little."

Both of what he said was true!

At such a time.

Kalysta blinked beside them.

She took a single step forward, her Null Form rotating behind her in subtle golden arcs.

"This," she said, "is beyond anything I imagined today. But if you're speaking of the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds, those I know of."

Noah turned toward her.

Romulus did not move.

Kalysta's eyes gleamed with a wary sheen, her voice adopting the tone of one who had wandered too close to power.

"They are not some fractured sect of stubborn mystics," she said. "They are a dominion of temporal tyrants. Time Sentinel Primarchs- Living Things with the ability to drift through anchored moments across the Nullvein Gravewake Folds. They walk into the past to steal its knowledge. They reach into tomorrow to borrow weapons not yet born."

Noah's eyes narrowed.

Kalysta continued. "They are not bound by now. Not even slightly. Every time you think you've cornered one… that version was discarded days ago. Or created minutes later. And it's never the same version that returns."

She took another step closer, her golden Null Form pulsing faintly.

"Even more frightening is that above these Time Sentinels, there are greater beings. Personages of the Chronosect whose Complexity and Purity are said to spiral so far beyond known comprehension that even the Folds do not observe them too long."

Romulus remained silent, but his Null Form stilled for a beat.

"If you entertain war against them," Kalysta said softly, "be prepared to fight in battles that already happened. In wars already lost. Against foes who prepared for you long before you ever became who you are."

The wind shifted around them. Not natural wind, but the brush of impossible existence. The air trembled with the notion that paths were opening. Choices waiting.

Romulus exhaled slowly.

Noah stood steady.

And Kalysta… she looked to the sky.

"You may yet change the Folds," she whispered. "But do not mistake rage for readiness. Every True Source must be tempered. Especially in the face of Time. I advise against you going after that Time Sentinel…just from what I know of the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds."

The mountain loomed and seemed unbearably heavy.

Choices.

As always, those damned choices had to be made!

Romulus stood in silence, the green-gold glow of his Null Form burning in layered tides around him. The weight of entropy coiled at his feet like a silent tide, but his voice, when it came, rang clear through the air- measured, slow, and deep!

"Existence…is a unique thing, you know? It is not kind," he began, his eyes sweeping across the mountain, the shimmering fragments below, the horizon. "It does not reward the patient, nor does it punish the wicked in the way we wish it would. It simply…continues. It folds. It collapses. It twists."

Kalysta turned her gaze toward him. Noah stood still, absorbing every word with a tyrannical gaze.

"Life and death are not enemies. They are not even opposites. They are transitions. Choices. One chooses to live. One chooses to end. And when others rob you of that choice, when they erase what should not have been erased, when they shatter what should have endured…then they commit a crime against more than existence."

His eyes narrowed, glowing with remembered pain.

"They commit a crime against Meaning."

He stepped forward, the obsidian cracking beneath his feet as his Null Form pulsed, its molten lattice folding inward once more.

"I will make a choice."

His voice trembled with solemnity now.

"To destroy the Mawbearers of the Hollow Concord of Nullity. And to cast down that Time Sentinel of the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds."

Kalysta's golden eyes flickered as she sighed slightly.

Romulus continued.

"And whatever consequences may bloom from this, be they paradox or punishment, I will shoulder them. That too… is part of Existence."