Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3565  Osmontian! II

Noahʼs body disappeared from the point where all three states of matter were mixing as where he went was unknown. This was just one of his bodies as he currently had multiple parts of himself stretched out in different places.

In the Infiniverse Megalos, he had his Main Body that appeared outside of a Pantheonic Haven of Dreams.

Its radiance was so close as inside of it were all of his people, with Noah needing just 9 steps to have arrived into this domain!

9 steps.

His body was brightly shining with a colorless gold transcendental allure as the aurora of gold wings stretched out behind him, unique runic tattoos swirling on his skin as his visage looked utterly daunting!

His complexity seemed full and filled with a much more clearer identity, and how could it not be so when at this moment, he finally, truly, and completely enacted his own Lineage?

Not that of others he obtained through some entanglement.

But a Lineage based on all of his Qualities. All his distinctions. All currently obtained bloodlines!

The True Severed Origin Osmontian Lineags!

This bubbled inside of him to form a singular domineering wonder as at this moment, he took the first of the nine steps.

And…

|Under the guidance of Quintessence, the selection of a second has been selected.|

|The passage of a second may not be allowed without your complexity undergoing a guided, significant burst of elevation that will be supported entirely by the True Severed Heart of Infinity.| |The Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity has randomly declared the burst of elevation to stem from the weavings of the glorious Bloodline of the True Severed Origin Osmontian!|

|The Severed Weavings of the True Severed Origin Osmontian, backed by the Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity, surges across Severings and heads towards its Final Severed State!|

After he took the first step, his very blood bubbled with white gold flames as his heart- his unfathomably radiant heart released seas of complexity to sever it again and again.

All parts of him were to be severed.

Every single part, as his Lineage was not an exception.

With every severing, he felt his blood get thicker. With every severing, he felt his weavings become more incandescent!

He took another step.

|The Severed Weavings of the Lineage of the True Severed Origin Osmontian have attained their Final Severed State.|

|The Pathway leading to the True Source of the True Severed Origin Osmontian has opened.|

A Pathway leading to himself.

A true source of who he was!

Osmontian.

What did it mean to be Osmontian? He took multiple steps as he was ever closer to the Pantheonic Haven of Dreams before him, coming to stop right outside of it before in the next moment, he took the final step.

WAA!

Space distorted as he reappeared within, his visage floating above an expanse of stellar gold clouds swirling with tendrils of sand.

Cloudy mountain dunes could be seen in the distance as where he appeared, the figures of his family, friends, and acquaintances were all standing atop the golden clouds mixing in with each other, many not knowing why this gathering was called.

At the forefront, Henry sat down on an elevated portion of the sandy cloud as his face was filled with complex emotions.

He felt stifled, useless, lucky, and graced with everything all at once as he thought about his father.

His father who seemed to be carrying every single thing on his shoulders!

He only just thought of him when in the next moment, his head raised up to see exactly this man appear above them.

Conversations died down as many eyes rose up.

Henry looked up and saw his father as ever so briefly; he saw a cold, callous light within his eyes as if he was a distant, ancient being whose eyes were simply observing the scenery.

As if his vision saw the golden sandy clouds and those standing on it as one and the same- just a scenery!

As if observing grass or trees- or groups of animals tending to their basal needs.

…!

It was a light of transcendental wonder that viewed everything far below it, and Henryʼs heart shuddered when he saw such a light in his fatherʼs eyes!

But…it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, with Henry even wondering if he was only seeing a mirage as his fatherʼs eyes now carried the same regal tyranny they always held.

He looked towards them with a light of brilliance before his eyes came to lock onto Henry, and his voice rang out.

”We have gone through many things together as even at this moment, existence continues to be endlessly complex, with new wonders and challenges rising constantly.”

His voice was heavy and magnetic.

Barbatos, Adelaide, Athena, and many others became somber at his words as he raised his hands while continuing.

”Our roots, where we stem from, and who we are will always be the most paramount in all of these musings of complexity of existence. Who I am. Who you are. And from this day on, I am the True Severed Origin Osmontian, and those of you who have stood by me…are Osmontians as well.”

WAA!

As he spoke.

He began to unlock and release the boons that he kept at bay.

The thick, heavy, and unfathomably complex weavings of the True Severed Origin Osmontian flowed from him as he looked at his Son.

”My Son, do you know what makes one an Osmontian?”

…!

What made him who he was?

The values that led him to where he was were many, but there were core driving forces that made many things happen.

Henry received this question while feeling something beginning to burn within the depths of his body, but he did not find it possible to answer!

So his father continued while the wings behind him released waves of heavy radiance.

”At its base, to be an Osmontian is to have an insatiable, endless need for complexity. For advancement. And everything around you…falls in line to help you achieve this.”

…!