Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

At the bottom of a mountain in a domain filled with verdant landscapes.

The figures of The Emperor Penguin, Kazuhiko, Ayame, Erikson, Dr. Hall, and many others were gathered down below.

If one ascended the verdant mountain, one would see the visage of a young man with gold-blue eyes that pulsed with destiny.

He seemed lost in thought when a moment later…

"My son."

A voice that he had not heard in what felt like forever rang out; Henry's figure rose as he saw his father's dignified appearance behind him and he instantly went to embrace him!

Noah patted his son's head with a smile as he also looked down below to the throngs of many other people.

His people.

His family.
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His loved ones.

Those worth protecting in these increasingly chaotic weavings of Existence!

Threads of himself appeared and reconnected with them while his complexity continued to be elevated towards grander levels!

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Megalos Ynnere.

Omniverse of the Protectors.

Near shattered weavings of existence.

The remnants of the battle between Outerversal Morphons and Protectors could be seen, but at this moment- neither side was focused on each other.

They were instead looking above where a dozen Faceless Entities appeared- the level of oppression they radiated exceeding anything Existence Severing could ever portray.

A sense of desolation spread out in the surroundings as currently, a Dark Tower was rising from a star-shaped Outerversal Morphon who had severed his weavings of existence.

Yet now, he lay decimated with his weavings being used as a nutrient for the rise of something nobody yet understood.

The Shield of the Commonwealth, Old Man Eudemus, looked at this scene with a despondent gaze as with the rise of the dark tower, he felt his weavings and the weavings of all others nearby drawn into it seamlessly!

No matter how much they fought back or tried to keep their weavings to themselves.

They leaked out at a steady rate as they were seemingly being used as fuel for whatever this was.

Old Man Eudemus felt a sense of helplessness as he spoke out while gazing at the Faceless Entities above who looked at them as if they were lambs to slaughter.

|This whole time, I sought the solution to the Three Body Problem. I sought a solution between Matter, Dark Matter, and Anti-Matter…but the entrance of an outside unknown factor with much greater complexity shattered everything. So…was greater complexity always the answer to the problem?|

He was despondent as in the face of these terrifying entities- unless the ancient forces of the Omnifather came, what could they do?

All their history.

All the years of questions and answers!

All of it was reduced to nothing.

|Was anything we did worth it? The eons of war between the Megalos. The countless conflicts…was there truly no worth to all that struggle?!|

His despondency roared out in the end as he saw that before the oppression above- before the Faceless Entities and the rising Dark Tower, nobody could answer.

The whole atmosphere was that suffocating.

And yet at such a time…

"The struggle of existence is what keeps the Wheel turning."

HUUUM!

A voice echoed out.

With its mere resonance, there came a sense of brilliance as from above, a man adorned in gold robes appeared while looking at the dozen Faceless Entities and the Dark Tower they erected!

It was none other than Tam of the Singed, his weavings erupting out silently as they were those of someone who had already enacted a path.

He was a Pioneer of the Singed.

He had yet to claim or locate a Source for himself, but his path was a clear and distinct one as his appearance caused visible alarm among the Faceless Entities, their bodies instantly moving in a formation!

Old Man Eudemus looked above at this figure of an unknown man as he observed an illusory gold flame seemingly burning around him.

As if his whole weavings were set aflame.

Eudemus felt a sense of hope within those flames as he wondered which ancient powerhouse of their Megalos Ynnere this was.

He sensed the shocking level of power and purity around this being as was this not what he and many others aspired to attain?

Even in this heavy situation, Old Man Eudemus could not help but ask.

|Is Honored Sir sent forth from the forces of the Omnifather? Or another force from the Expanse that has not entirely abandoned their Megalos?|

He at least wanted to know.

And the being above kept his gaze locked onto the Faceless Entities as stanchions of golden brilliance formed around him one after another- coming together to form a mountain made of pillars of gold light!

It towered oppressively over the Faceless Entities who were sent here to handle Existence Severing entities and not Pioneers as his intent echoed out.

"I am but a humble weaver of the flow of the Wheel. I was sent by that same personage you have met before from Omniverse X-999."

…!

Ridiculous words that Old Man Eudemus never expected to hear echoed out.

Tam of the Singed was a Reconstruction of Noah's weavings as he was given the relevant information regarding Megalos Ynnere and those of the Commonwealth!

He knew and recognized Old Man Eudemus as after these words were uttered, this old man felt like everything he knew was breaking!

What did he just say? From the personage stemming from Omniverse X-999?

The one that was pulled into a terrifying gray rupture not too long ago? The one he had been discussing the Three Body Problem with?

The same one who had yet to even attain a State of Existence days ago?!

|…|

Old Man Eudemus felt as if everything he knew was breaking down while above him, golden flames began to rage along with a terrifying intent that targeted the Faceless Entities.

"Disruptors of the flow of existence itself…do not think your purpose will be achieved so easily."

…!

Along with this intent, thousands of pillars of light rained down as scorching golden flames spread!