A piece of a puzzle.
Movable. Malleable!
Breakable!
Persephael shone with incandescent bejeweled radiance as she stated such shocking words.
"It's causing an eruption of anger within you, is it not? People like you hate to be called chess pieces the most. But at the end of the day, that is truly what you are. There are many out there who have dreams. Countless numbers of beings across these galos and the Expanse alone, not to ntion the countless others across the Frequencies of the Wheel. Piooners and even those who have attained Sources have dreams. That sohow, they aren't an insignificant smidge of absolutely nothingness in the grand sche of existence. Many want their existence to matter, to live and accomplish sothing larger. But in the end, they turn out to be just that. Pieces. Do you know how many Source Complexity entities I have watched with my own eyes collapse their own weavings of existence willingly?"
…!
Source Complexity entities! Collapsing their own weavings of existence!
" It is incredibly hard to die once one attains their source, and the number of years they can live is seemingly endless. So live for so long and see the sa things again and again- they see their irrelevance in the grand sche of the Wheel as after countless galos Cycles, so just choose to….end it."
WAA!
"They collapse their Sources to et eternal slumber as even this is the ultimate form of release for them. So I knew personally. They were weak…and feeble at heart as it was a wonder to attain a Source. You, my friend, are similar to them. Give the Sages, extinguish your flas. Move as a piece should, because if you don't…the pain that cos is too much for you to bear."
She finally stopped talking as her figure filled with gems and jewels floated grandiosely.
Noah looked at her with eyes burning with dignity and regality as he shook his head.
"What a talkative one you are."
She truly was.
She fought ntally as much as she did with authority, but Noah did not care for any of it!
"Do not think that I do not know about you, O Persephael."
HUUUM!
He uttered out her na as stated in the Map of the galos Ynerre while his whole body began to change into white gold flas!
"Do not think…that I do not know what you did in that Frequency when you joined hands with the Logos of the Wheel. Do not think the things you do will remain in the dark forever."
…!
He uttered out simple yet shocking words as the bejeweled eyes of Persephael beca unfathomably somber!
"You…!"
Her authority began to erupt like a volcano, but in the next mont, from above the Infinite Crystal Gem Prison…three circular singularities appeared.
They held a devilish smile with infinity symbols inscribed on top, and they were all clustered together as in the next mont, they exploded into brilliant weavings of existence.
From, unfathomably solid and real ancient wooden Wheels blood- their air vibrating with archaic grandeur as one blood horizontally and covered everything for a distance of a single Omniverse, while another erupted vertically and covered the sa distance, and another erupted diagonally!
All three blood with majesty as when Persephael looked at them, her heart shuddered as she felt like she was looking at sothing that her Source had been trying to glimpse all her life.
When the Faceless Lifeforms saw it, they felt a sense of danger as dazzling black flas erupted around each of them!
Three dazzling archaic wheels.
In the next mont, they shattered.
They broke along with all their intricate Spokes as it was akin to the breaking of the wheel…three tis over!
BOOOM!
The weavings of the explosion were utterly inconceivable as the mont this impact began; gems broke like glass in a small corner of an Infinite Crystal Gem Prison.
Flas of white gold brilliance covered with the Severed Weavings of Lapidekinesis passed through the shattered gaps, a deep voice echoing out in the middle of the explosion while his weavings disappeared!
"Will you have ti to do what you want when the weavings you know co crashing down?"
…!
Will Persephael have ti?
In the middle of a beginning explosion of multiple Tzar Versepiercers, she was not even able to answer as she only roared out with mad power!
—
A distance away from the explosion of three Tzar Versepiercers.
The weavings of a Source surrounded by multiple Faceless Lifeforms just so happened to have entered the galos Ynnere at this ti, his gaze and the gazes of the Faceless Lifeforms behind him changing rapidly as they felt the terrifying weavings of an explosion from a distance.
"What the hell is this? In galos that should at most have Pioneers remaining in, why the hell would Sources be fighting with such intensity?"
The father of a certain soone spoke out with incredulity as his weavings buzzed, his gaze already set towards that direction as he was here to track a na.
To find soone involved in his daughter's weavings!
An Entanglent.
And so far, he only had a na.
Noah Osmont!
"You wouldn't happen to be involved in that explosion and make my work real easy, right?"
He muttered while waving his hands to command the Faceless Lifeforms. The father of Barbatos, McAllister, moved ahead!
Around this sa ti.
Away from the galos Ynnere.
Within the galos Beyond.
In the space above a radiant stellar black Pantheon known as the Pantheon of Bloodvista, the galos tore apart as rows of entities emanating the weavings of Pioneers stepped in one by one.
Behind them…the allure of Sources also shone as they pulled through!
At the forefront were Golden Titans of terrifying stature, and variations of others followed as above the Pantheon of Bloodvista, there was even a Source Complexity Outerversal Morphon surrounded by Eldritch Pioneers welcoming these beings.
They were all here for a single purpose.
They ca for the weavings of an entity that held the Resurgence of the Origin Sacred Primal galonian!
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