Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3752

The Folds blurred.

Noah and Primarch Romulus had spent hours threading through layers of collapsed reality and veiled echoes.

They moved like twin gravities, their paths carved into the unspoken silence of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds. Neither spoke. There was no need.

The destination demanded solemn wonder as it was…their Dead Native Wheel of Existence!

And at last, they crossed through the Folds to arrive where everything began.

Primarch Romulus had a heavy expression as he looked upon the massive obsidian Wheel of Existence that was displayed out in the open of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

No Infinite Ravines.

No Gateway Domus!

Just…the Wheel.

And the Wheel was dead.

The Verdant Spokes that once spun with the breath of trillions that Romulus knew were all shattered.

The True Frequencies that once harmonized End, Genesis, Fire, Light, and Dark were collapsed into decaying weaves of silence.

Romulus walked ahead without a word, boots pressing down on fallen bridges, delving into the Dead Frequencies as Noah followed calmly. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

And the same time, his eyes…blazed with a turn of the Wheel as he sensed something, but continued on!

The robes of Romulus whispered like old entropy, a memory of motion across a land where Converged Architects and Harmonized Monads once stood glorious.

Noah followed. Quiet. Watching.

Romulus halted before the fractured Frequency of the End- now a spiraling ruin of crystal and ash.

He stared.

Then spoke, low and solemn.

"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. And now…existence returns to the silence that birthed it."

He turned to Noah. Eyes heavy with age.

"I wish I could say I've seen my native Wheel of Existence and that we could move on. But it seems, my friend..."

His gaze sharpened.

"We won't have to go far to find the ones we seek."

HUUM!

Yes.

What Noah had sensed a little while ago.

What was becoming abundantly clear now!

BOOM!

Time fractured around the Frequency of the End.

Air twisted.

The dead Frequency rippled with impossible flux. Past bled into present, collapsed futures shimmered into existence. Laughter, soft, melodic, mocking- unfurled like silk across the weavings of Death!

"Indeed," a voice cooed. "You do not have to go far, and neither do we. I knew that sentimality would always bring back those we seek."

The skies split.

Time… collapsed.

And they emerged.

Purple blue temporal gates flared open across shattered Megalos of the Frequency of the End!

Nine figures formed amidst the raining echoes of broken causality and time appeared.

Power shimmered from them- beyond time, beyond sequence. Their robes were golden hours stitched into endless yesterdays, each fold a breath of time folded inward and outward.

At their side stood a woman.

Primarch Eluriah Veilnox.

She floated above the folds of death, surrounded by a storm of clocks—each frozen mid-tick. Her presence twisted local causality. Even breath was forced to obey her tempo.

Beside her stood a tall, translucent figure shrouded in drifting scrolls written in languages Noah couldn't decipher fully yet.

NAME: Time Sentinel Paraxis

TITLE: Librarian of Lost Moments

TRUE SOURCE: Regression

CQ: 162,000 SU | PQ: 158,100 SU

And then, the one at the very forefront.

He did not walk. He did not descend.

He appeared and disappeared all at once.

A man, if a man could carry the weight of collapsed eternities.

His hair flowed with silver and starlight. His cloak shimmered with the speed of dying epochs. His eyes burned not with heat, but inevitability.

He looked at them like he'd already lived this moment and knew how everything here would play out.

In his eyes were apathy and…boredom.

Because perhaps…he truly had seen everything and knew how it would play out!

NAME: Time Sentinel Leader Velmior Thal-Veyr

TITLE: Grand Conductor of the Whenfolds

TRUE SOURCE: Interval

CQ: 220,000 SU | PQ: 215,000 SU

His presence bent the surrounding Existence. Each step a command. When he raised a hand, all motion ceased- the dead ash froze mid-air, the wind fell still, and even breath paused. Not out of fear.