Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

Chains of flames raged and roared out as they snaked over Noah's hand, entrenching themselves deeper in his skin as if they sought to control him.

And yet in the face of all of this, Noah's gaze remained defiant as he grasped the Spoke even tighter and tighter, and white gold flames were branded into it in turn.

It seemed to be a battle of purity as at this moment, the flames that were truly severed won such an argument!

The chains of the flames slowly turned into a tattoo over his hand as in the next moment, he was able to grasp the tower like golden Spoke tightly, and for the first time ever…it actually moved it from its current position.

Mysara and Tam looked at the scene with shining eyes of wonder as in the next moment, Noah felt a seething feedback of tremendous complexity as prompts rose over his eyes

|You have grasped and bound a unique object.|

|You have grasped a Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel of Existence that has fused a Megalos Heart at its base.|

|The possibility of its weavings are unknown.|

It was a unique sensation as unlike most things that Noah had, this terrifying Spoke of the Wheel was unclear in exactly what it did.

But at the same time, he slowly felt like he knew as there was a level of feedback between him and the thing that he currently grasped.

It was unique in a sense that, unlike if this object was alone and by itself, it had been fused to a Megalos Heart as this added even more intricate layers of capabilities.

As his flames surged into it and its flames surged into him, Noah felt an instinctual sensation of the possibilities of what it could do as in his enlarged visage, he grasped this Spoke with two hands and bellowed out before he turned its tip downwards.

And he…pressed down!

OOH!

It was an instinctual move, but it came to him among the many things that this Spoke could possibly do as it thundered down and came in contact with a single gray fracture that was among the countless gray fractured lines spreading out across the Megalos.

Even with the constant eruption of his Megalocides and the deluge of shattered Pantheons and Omniverses that spread out all around- all that had happened were these gray fractured lines dimming in their appearance as the lower Atmospheric Weavings of Existence returned to normal levels.

But they never disappeared.

At this moment, as Noah grasped a shocking new tool with unknown possibilities…its tip came in contact with a single Gray fractured line of the Change as in the next moment, this gray fracture became scorched with golden flames and proceeded to writhe in agony before it turned into ash.

…!

This occurred to a single gray fracture that was extending for light years all around like a web!

About right after, the Spoke that was pressed down with astonishing force released bursts of white gold waves of radiance that instantly covered the countless Gray lines extending out across the Megalos Ynnere as every single one of them turned a flame and cried out before they became scorched! ꭆãɴồꞖĘş

And were entirely erased out of existence right after.

…!

It began in a small place and gradually extended out across the Megalos Ynnere.

The very advent of what came with the Change!

The Change that other beings kickstarted for their own purposes as they weakened the effect over the flow of the Wheel and lowered the very weavings of existence entirely.

At this moment, their presence was being purged and scorched across the Megalos at a shockingly rapid pace- these scorching waves of brilliance not only remaining in this Megalos as they also went to where a veil was torn and spread out in a blinding wave of flaming brilliance into the Megalos Beyond itself!

Another profound change was coming as at this moment, nobody knew just who would be the one who held the pen that wrote down exactly what these new changes would entail.

There were only a few witnesses who saw the man responsible for all of this.

One of them was a reconstructed weaving brought forth by the man himself.

The other…was a nearly collapsed weaving of an Old Man whose shred of will was barely visible, his nigh melted eyes watching the brilliance unfolding as at this moment, too much of him had collapsed to still be his old self.

And the other was a Singed who held an extremely high status in addition to complex weavings that others could not even imagine.

Mysara!

At this moment, she had one body here that she believed had located the weavings of the Origin Singed- an entity she had seen many times before, but had left them for the last eons. Observing his brilliance once again made her extremely exuberant for the future.

Only for a short moment though.

Because while this sequence of weavings bloomed in these Megalos, her other body, which had just arrived within a Prime Frequency of Existence… was coming across an extremely somber atmosphere.

Away from this frequency.

Within the Prime Frequency of Flames.

Everything in the surroundings seemed to be burning with different colored flames as if any existences who did not have weavings geared towards the fire may just find themselves extinguished before their memories and records became a part of their surroundings.

Within such a small domain of space where the very makeup of it seemed to be flames, there were dozens of figures whose bodies radiated incandescent flames while they surrounded a single burning wisp of a white gold flame that was the size of a World.

It emanated pristine power and beauty as at this moment, these entities- these Singed, held a somber atmosphere with every new arrival that returned from other Frequencies.

Because nearest to the burning Wisp of the flame of the Wheel, there was one of their more powerful complexities.

An entity who had taken the reins when the Origin Singed left them as they proceeded to follow the doctrine and surf on the flow of the Wheel of Existence itself!

But at this moment, half of his body was collapsed, his expression serene as every single entity here could see his weavings were on the path of irreversible decimation!

And he was someone that no Lesser Source, or even a Greater Source could look at without having to bow their heads.

He was someone at the stage of Prime Source Complexity!

What exactly had happened?

What could possibly have set the weaving of a Prime Source Complexity to an irreversible path of collapse?!

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