Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3703

There was immense silence in the last doorway of the Infinite Ravines.

The 9th Mawbearer did not speak, and yet, when his weavings exploded out, it was as if he deemed everyone else to be the same as him- no longer capable of making any sound at all.

He looked like nothing more than a man.

He did not have the same terrifying appearance of a Dead Thing. He didn't radiate endless malice and horror.

He simply emanated silence and death.

A presence that utterly changed the state of the battle. When Noah looked at the Living Legends, the body of the Origin Singed that the Great Usurper occupied… half of it was decimated and torn, the other half decaying.

The remaining eye of the Great Usurper looked utterly shocked, unable to stop staring at the Dead Thing surrounded by instruments who now gently tugged at the strings of a guitar with tremendous interest.

A being that did not speak even now. Within the depths of Noah's weavings, the voice of the Infiniverse Megalos echoed out.

|I have already accelerated the preparations, Master. One-eighth of all probable Frequencies of Existence of the Wheel have had their Channelers change their Source. I have even preemptively begun their relocation into the budding Spokes of the Infiniverse. I have already sent a body back to the core of the Wheel of Existence itself as I will continue the preparations.|

Preparations.

They were being made for a reason.

In case of the worst possible scenario which, for some reason, seemed more and more like an inevitability.

Noah realized and knew full well at this moment that he had met an enemy the current him could not yet overcome.

And when he considered the current him, he was also considering the version of himself a few seconds from now or even a few hours from now as his Living Wheel became more structured.

He considered his unique abilities.

He considered Cheats.

He considered his own stupendous Quintessential League of Existence.

And still, even with all of these considerations…

The type of complexity that appeared atop the Mawbearers already here had simply eclipsed everything.

And he knew this better than anyone else. His Mythic True Signatures were right in front of the Dead Things and currently bound within the surrounding weavings of existence by the power of that very being.

Apart from binding him, that entity had even tried to disperse and devour his radiant True Sources. But of course, there was one prompt that had denied all of this.

|The Rim of the Living Wheel budding in your Existence contains the allure of Absolute Complex Living Paradox, granting it an unassailable Purpose as no Dead Things or Opposing Weavings of Existence are capable of devouring or disseminating your Weavings of Existence.|

They could not devour him.

They could not disperse his weavings.

The most they could do was bind him down, and that was momentary.

At this moment.

After that single devastating attack and the silence it carried, the figure of Veltraxis bowed to the 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo as if asking for permission to speak in this silence.

But Noah…

HUUM!

|The True Source of Quintessence is budding from the purified Purity and Complexity stemming from the Cradle of Purity.|

Noah did not need to be granted permission to express his Will in this space.

If others opened their mouths, they would find themselves unable to make a single sound echo out at this moment.

But Noah…

Colorless brilliance filled him.

Quintessence filled him!

And...

"I advise you not to proceed with this."

HUUM!

He spoke with brilliance and calmness, a tone of grandeur echoing as his voice rang out- actually shocking Veltraxis, who seemed to have just been granted voice in this space.

"I advise because what you choose next will determine whether, in the weeks and months to come… the Hollow Concord of Nullity still exists. Based on your choice, the names and weavings of the Mawbearers may either endure or be utterly erased across the folds of collapse and uncertainty."

…!

His threat was unmistakable.

He made it clear- his weavings would persist even after all of this. And if they continued on this path… he would hunt them down one by one until even the Nullvein Gravewake Folds forgot their dead weavings.

The silence after Noah's words was deafening.

On this day, he faced a scenario he had always feared.

A situation where enemies far too powerful for his current self made their presence known.

And no matter how brilliant his weavings were now…

They could not rise fast enough to change the tide in time.

Yet even with his warning, the eyes of Melodrass remained cold- without emotion.

His hand rose, higher than before, to strike another chord.

Veltraxis smiled so wide it seemed his face would split in half as his voice echoed.

"We are already dead- seeking the singular thing that will act as our salvation. Do you think threats of death will deter us?"

His eyes burned with joy.

And beside him, the 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo finally spoke for the first time.

He spoke… three words, even as he struck a chord.

|Symphony of Death.|

…!

HUUM!