Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 3561 Closure! II

The Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity was triggered at such a critical juncture as it stated that not even seconds would pass before he beca stronger!

And so, a unique part of his began its severings towards the critical 81st spot before Ruination even processed and multiplied the multiple Purified Source Pearls that were just obtained.

Before any resources among those he had gained were utilized, the Pathway to the True Source of Infinity continued to exceed all wonders!

HUUUM!

From his hands, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel flew out as it rotated with stellar white gold flas, drawing in the weavings of Matter and Dark Matter nearby as its tip was pointed towards a single enemy.

DUM!

In the surroundings.

DUM!

A symphony began to play.

A Symphony that was welcoming none other than the protagonist as it felt heavy, and the beat was thick!

DUM!

Mysara began looking around to find the source of this new beat, but it felt like it was pressing down and spreading across the galos as she could not pinpoint it.

It only coincided with the visage of Ozymandias looking towards the Inheritor of the galos that he had denied the weavings of coldly, his voice echoing it as the Spoke arrived before this entity.

"Greatness was not written for you…not in this Frequency, or any others. False or true an nothing before countless rounds of Severings!"

BZZT!

The spinning tip of the Spoke smashed into the Inheritor of the galos as it buzzed with a cry of fervor.

A cry of soone that was given everything the day it was born, with their future already planned!

They were ant to inherit the galos. They were ant to carry the torch of the Great Beyonder!

They were…

"The Inheritor…" An overlap of countless voices bood out as the Inheritor of the galos regained a semblance of control.

Its Source- layered by many others' wills, raged with cognizance as behind it, the galos themselves began to twist.

As if it was trying to dredge up control for the last ti!

"I am…the Inheritor!"

AWOO!

It roared out a howl to muster up its ecstatic force, and yet Ozymandias only glared at it coldly as, in an instant, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel stopped spinning.

"What you are…is dead."

…!

The stopped Spoke released every ounce of pressure and force into a single point, a blinding white gold line shooting out from the head of the Inheritor of the galos and all the way through it.

After that, its body began to fill with liquid gold flas- its obsidian luster beginning to shine with a scintillating radiance as if it were a statue!

Its eyes were layers of streams of consciousness as it looked towards Ozymandias.

It showed imnse unwillingness.

Imnse resignation!

Imnse sadness.

"It was…all set up for ."

Its voice, filled with a sense of desolation, echoed out.

At this mont, Ozymandias was silent while watching the end of this creature.

Its fate…was sothing he hated the most.

So he gave it its last mont.

He gave it a mont of silence.

"It was destined for …I was just…following the set path."

Yes.

The worst thing he could imagine.

A predetermined destiny.

A path he had to follow!

And all he did was seek to follow it as this being…never looked for his own path.

Noah and Ozymandias looked at its eyes as it beca filled with liquid gold flas, cracks beginning to spread throughout it as in the next mont, an illusory radiance flashed that showed hundreds of four-legged beasts flash within the Inheritor of the galos.

Each carried their own complexity and emotions, but were all ultimately the sa as every single one beca purified under glorious flas.

With a sense of trendous sadness, the massive body of the Inheritor of the galos lted under the grandeur of countless liquid flas, its weavings not made a show of as these flas dispersed silently.

They rose and spread around the galos Beyond like ash being scattered across it, what ca from it being returned as even Ozymandias closed his eyes!

Where the Inheritor of the galos used to be, 9 dazzling Source Pearls floated amidst vibrant golden flas, and at the very center- an utterly ecstatic Source Complexity Rune of Existence that read…BEYONDER could be seen!

It was obsidian red in nature, and countless archaic lines covered it as Ozymandias opened his singularities and waved his hands- everything flowing towards him as the Source Pearls disappeared, and the Rune of the BEYONDER landed in his hand.

The Beyonder.

There was a delicate entanglent with this being as he did not have any conflict with them.

But he also knew that Runes were powerful, with their owners being able to sense them and their utilization even from afar.

Even the Rune of Amarantos only beca his after it was truly Severed!

As for this Rune of the BEYONDER, it held the set path this being had set down for their instrunt.

He had taken the distinction and proclaid it a few tis before, but as he looked at the Source Rune carrying a terrifying significance before him, white gold flas surged around him, and the Spoke turned around while pointing its sharp end onto this Rune of Existence.

"From this day on, I shall no longer be the instrunt of any weaving."

HUUM!

The white gold flas latched onto the dazzling Rune of Existence as above, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel appeared and exerted its terrifying pressure downwards!

A light of profound purification burned as in the distance, many Outerversal Morphons watched on breathlessly.

The bodies of the Great Mother and Little Aspasia trembled as they heard the words of Ozymandias.

They saw him burn the terrifying Rune of the BEYONDER, extre heat gathering around it as it slowly lost its obsidian red state, being turned white gold as any identity and weaving it held before was being erased!

Gradually, the aning of the Rune began to change as another weaving took its place.

A weaving that was being born in a terrifying Severed State in real ti!