Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3373

Chapter 3373 The Wheel Turns As The Wheel Turns! II

This entity had given them and countless others nightmares for far too long.

At this moment, the blue eyes of the stern Pioneer asked quickly.

|What is the context? What is she currently embroiled in?|

Hearing this voice of calm, Antiope also calmed down as she spoke clearly.

|The death of an Ordinance Amalgamation Daughter of Existence- a Daughter of Existence.|

…!

The moment she repeated these words, there was immense silence.

Even after she said them, she also seemed to have realized something.

|Wait…|

Countless weavings clicked.

|This…this is a time before she attained her unshakable power. We've come across her before she even Pioneered her own path! If she is dealing with Ordinance Amalgamation entities now…|

Her heart beat wildly.

Her eyes began to shine with hope!

She looked towards the Pioneer of Existence before her as his blue eyes were contemplative, seeming as if he had come across a truly difficult problem!

|Nobody had ever been successful in finding out the Source Weavings of Existence that the Infiniverse Dowager stemmed from. But you forget. If she is here, then likely…so is he.|

WAA!

Words that caused the gaze of Palace Master Antiope to flicker and change rapidly as she became somber.

The other Palace Master, also an Entity at the Existence Severing stage, shuddered as if she recalled a terrifying memory!

|You mean…the Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian could also be within this Weaving of Existence? That…|

A chilling and fearful light flashed in the eyes of this Existence Severing entity.

The Infiniverse Dowager alone was dreadful.

The Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian? He was a nightmare! _{freewёbnoνel.com}

|...|

An immense silence ensued the moment his name was mentioned as they felt like the very air became that much more oppressive.

|Heracles…|

Palace Master Antiope looked towards the blue eyes of the Pioneer of Existence.

Someone with such terrifying complexity that no Existence Severing entity could even understand his depth.

Antiope looked at this being as she spoke slowly.

|Nobody- Nobody has ever discovered anything relating to the history of these beings. The Infiniverse Dowager. The Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian. His Instrument. There are other Calamities that come down the line for multiple Weavings of Existence- for multiple Weavings of the Wheel, but these are among the top. Can you imagine…actually taking them out early? Before they attain their dreadful power? Before they can even use the Turns of the Wheel of Existence?|

…!

Her eyes were truly hopeful.

She thought of all those that could be saved.

All the lives that could be spared.

The Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian!

An entity all of them thought to be of ancient nature- having stemmed from the oldest weavings of Existence itself!

A survivor of the extinction of the Megalonians cycles ago. In all possible Weavings of Existence, the Megalonians always perished due to their brilliance.

None survived.

None but the Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian.

|If we make a move and fail- destroy a body of his but not everything. Leave any trace of our weavings…he will gradually come to find out about us. His nature defies the weavings of existence entirely as just imagine he gets his hands on any of us. Our weavings. Our memories. Would that not result in an even greater Calamity? If he knew what we know?|

|...|

Immense silence came down.

They calculated and just thought of the mere possibility of failure as their gazes turned ashen.

In this point of immense silence…

|But, your words have merit.|

…!

The Pioneer of Existence, Heracles, voiced out with a sigh.

He crouched down and touched the green gold grass below him as his blue eyes calculated countless possibilities.

|Maybe the turning of the Wheel led us all here. We escaped from our Weavings of Existence to run from the decimation of the Infiniverse Dowager, only to be lost through time and weavings. For us to come into these weavings that may very well be the Source Weavings of so many Calamities…|

…!