Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3653  A Fortified Door! II

Legends.

There were an unknown number of them. The ones Noah knew were simply those who shone the brightest in this most recent era.

But across Frequencies, there existed others—ancient legends who lived eons upon eons ago. They had long since attained their True Sources. Like many before and after them, they had once sensed the pull of the Infinite Ravines—a place that could amplify their Complexity…but also trap them here for eons to come.

The one who arrived at this moment was someone Noah had never seen before.

But the Great Beyonder knew him very well.

She leaned close and whispered only for him to hear, filling him in.

”VeylʼAethra, the Oracle of Collapse. His True Source is Chronotropy—he specializes in unraveling time and existence itself. He can age Sources and concepts, erode causality, even collapse the entire sensation of time for others—locking them into existential stasis for eons. Many of us believed he was dead. He was generations behind me, the Stellar Weaver, or that wanker, the Omnifather.”

…!

She spoke plainly, though her words ended on a name laced with derision—and even a flicker of anger.

The Omnifather.

Noah glanced at her and asked, still studying the distant legend with sharp intent—intent on seeing if he could study the True Source and integrate it into his own.

”Why does the Omnifather earn the title of wanker?”

His question drew a sharp huff from the Great Beyonder as she shot forward toward the Pale Verbum Labyrinth, her voice echoing behind her.

”Who do you think tried to break back into the Wheel of Existence and accidentally brought a Dead Thing with him? Even after sacrificing a large part of his True Source to hunt it down, the damage was done. His actions caused the chaos inside the Wheel.”

…!

The Omnifather.

He was responsible for the discovery—and eventual extinction—of the Megalonians.

And now, his recklessness had affected the Wheel of Existence itself.

Noahʼs eyes brightened as he recalled the Remnant Weavings of the Omnifather—the one heʼd spoken to before extracting the Source of Versality.

Even then, he seemed aware of Faceless Lifeforms and what they represented.

He was the one who had inadvertently allowed Bob into the Wheel of Existence!

This guy…had a tendency to cause problems.

He was responsible for the discovery—and eventual extinction—of the Megalonians.

And now, his recklessness had affected the Wheel of Existence itself.

Noah shook his head as he arrived beside the Great Beyonder, facing VeylʼAethra and his ever-dramatic name that was far too much of a mouthful. The Great Beyonder spoke out.

”Sir, itʼs an honor to fight beside you. Are you alone? How many Dead Things usually assault this place?”

Her voice was direct—seeking critical answers without delay.

The old man in white robes smiled wearily, stepping out of the Pale Verbum Labyrinth, where words bore terrifying power. When he spoke, his voice was deep and majestic. From his very presence—and the silent pulse of his Source—Noah felt a profound purity and complexity that surpassed even the Great Beyonder.

”Five little fiends have tried to break me over the eons. Their Dead True Sources are nearing collapse, growing more desperate. It seems the Wheel believes I can no longer endure whatʼs to come. So now, I join you—one Iʼve heard about from the whispers of talkative others—and this…new one, it seems?”

His gaze settled on Noah as the Great Beyonderʼs expression grew more somber. She nodded slowly.

Five Dead Things.

She herself faced three that routinely clawed their way through the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality. The number had nearly doubled.

Worse, her eyes drifted toward the distant edge of the Domus of Absolute Fear of Existence as her voice dropped low.

”Five from you, three from me…and an unknown number from the Gateway Domus of Absolute Fear of Existence. And it seems—no Defender is coming out of that one.”

…!

One of the worst-case scenarios.

A Domus merged into theirs—and already without a Defender.

Either its guardian had left or had been killed.

The air turned unbearably heavy. Then—

HUUM!

The junction between the Domus of Absolute Fear of Existence, the Pale Verbum Labyrinth, and the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality collapsed into convergence.

And all weavings of existence among the three Domus fully melded, fusing into a single space.

Three Wild True Sources ignited and clashed—Causality, Fear, and Verbum—their effects compounding in real-time, covering entire light-years in chaos and raw, unpredictable power of Existence.

Noah stood at the center of it all, his weavings absorbing every detail, his focus razor-sharp as he analyzed both threats and opportunities.

Then—

AWUU!

A howl erupted from the Pale Verbum Labyrinth.

A scream layered with death and destruction. It came from weavings saturated in ancient hatred—weavings tired of everything, desiring only endings.

VeylʼAethra shook his head grimly as he spoke.

”The Dead Thing Yrrmoth, the Maw of the Unwritten, is the first to sense the convergence and arrive. Last time I saw it, I fought it alongside another Dead Thing. But as it sensed its death approaching, it turned on its ally—devoured it. It must have finished assimilating what it gained. And now... its complexity has likely surpassed what I can withstand. Thatʼs why the Wheel decided I could no longer defend the Pale Verbum Labyrinth alone.”

…!

The Oracle of Collapseʼs expression darkened.

And Noahʼs eyes flared as the monstrous entity approached—light-years away—shattering the stretching white corridors as it advanced.

It looked like a skeletal serpent, its body inscribed with glyphs that pulsed with malevolence.

VeylʼAethra continued, speaking for the benefit of the two beside him.

”Yrrmoth, the Maw of the Unwritten, holds the Dead True Source of Obliviscript. It devours stories, existence, even opposing True Sources. If your Source is not properly shielded, it will consume the lore and meaning of your being. Protect your record. Protect your story. And be careful with your words. In overlapping regions, you may still express your Source freely, but in others—those governed by the Pale Verbum Labyrinth—you will need words to channel power. Stand tall, O Defenders of the Wheel. For this... is only the beginning. Surviving this and what comes next will reveal exactly why the Wheel has done what it has.”

…!

Words wrapped in shimmering weavings of existence fell from VeylʼAethraʼs lips as Noah prepared to face yet another Dead Thing since Bob!