Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 3567 Osmontian! IV

The first feat of Osmontians was to witness and experience weavings across the frequencies of the Wheel of Existence!

The True Severed Origin Osmontian uttered such words as his son stepped off the path while burning with white gold flas, others taking his lead and following as they began to choose their own paths.

Each ti they selected a path, Noah felt his Heart of Infinity glow brightly as it paid the terrific cost that allowed every single entity to erupt with Complexity equivalent to a Source.

Just his Pathway alone…could rival Source Complexity!

And now, all of his people would be capable of expressing it as he planned to send them across frequencies- Clones of their bodies anyway.

They could aid in collapsing the weavings of the Faceless Lifeforms and at least act as a deterrent so that the many Frequencies out there did not fall under the banner of the Faceless Lifeforms!

One by one, his people took on profound paths of brilliance as among them, the Bard of Quintessence howled before gorgeous waves of incandescence exploded around him, a set of drums blooming by his side as beside his howl, a glorious beat began to echo out across the Pantheonic Haven of Dreams. Around the sa ti. Away from the Infiniverse galos.

In a region of white radiance gorgeously wrapping around absolutely everything.

Noah was within such a region of dense white brilliance as he raised his hand to feel everything around him- the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel in his hands as he watched all gray fractured lines being scorched and disappearing across the galos Nihilos!

As of this mont, All three galos were free of the effects of the Change as they could never allow any other weavings of existence to settle here apart from their own.

All that was left was the erasure of the remaining Faceless Lifeforms, the clearance of the Expanse, and this Frequency would be free!

But alongside all of this…

"O Anti-Matter…"

Noah spoke grandly to the weavings of another state of matter around him.

He had seen many entities with Anti-Matter flowing through them, even studying them closely or obtaining their Source Pearls!

And yet, at the ti, none of it was compatible for him until now.

At this ti, after putting together all those weavings of study, and the terrifying capabilities of the Aspects of the Pathways he had just opened up…he could easily take on and emulate any of the paths he had seen on others as another Source of his!

But after declaring that he would be nobody's instrunt, and even declaring his own Lineage…he felt the need to design his own Anti-Matter Source of Complexity from what he knew of others.

And so…

HUUM!

The white gold Spoke in his hands span with a sense of awe and glory, beginning to take in all weavings of Anti-Matter nearby into its small point.

After that, Noah turned the Spoke towards his own body as it miniaturized in size- to the extent that it looked like a Pen whose tip was filled with a convergence of Anti-Matter!

Noah then took such a pen as he began to write onto his Atlas of Existence.

On yet another Mundi of Power as he designed…his own System of Anti-Matter!

Musings of multiple paths surrounded him as after this, he would hold all states of Matter in his weavings!

And a witness to this…

"Ah…"

Was the fevered visage of Old Man Eudemus who was inscribed on the side of the Pen- on the Spoke of the Wheel, and he watched in real-ti as a grandiose weaving of Anti-Matter blood.

And as it began.

Noah asked himself.

Who seed to have the most unique weavings of Anti-Matter that he had co across?

His eyes flashed brilliantly as he thought of another body of his that was at this mont arriving inside another Frequency entirely- a Frequency isolated from many that this being used to hide a part of himself if anything were to happen!

Bob.

Bob!

Noah thought of this being as his thoughts moved, connecting with the entanglent between him and Mysara as he sent his thoughts towards her.

Mysara was currently standing over a Pantheon that already had a Dark Tower enacted, and yet it was crumbling while dozens of Faceless Lifeforms were cut up and burning from incandescent blue flas.

At such a ti, Mysara almost stumbled out of the skies as she heard Noah's voice as if he were beside her.

|What do you know regarding the weavings of Bob?|

The bald entity.

The one that the local forces of the Wheelomachy took care of first before they began to make a move!

Mysara was acting as a Watcher of the Wheelomachy within this sa frequency as she would know a great deal more.

Her voice was clear yet quizzical as to why this was being asked right now, but she replied regardless.

"He is a unique being with a powerful Source that was approaching that of a Pri Source Complexity. He is a little on the wild side with his actions unpredictable and sotis intervening in things that he should not intervene in. He, along with the Omnifather, were among the few who reached out to coordinate and work with the Singed, but the Late Pri Source Ezekiel, who has just perished, denied their collaboration or entry among the forces of the Singed, saying that so weavings are simply not destined for certain flows of the wheel. It's always the more eccentric entities that can, at tis, be placed at bay due to their nature. But my assessnt of him would be that of…a lost Complexity constantly searching for sothing he was never able to find. And it is why he intervened in cases where he shouldn't as he tried to change the fates of others to be different than what they were set out to be."

…!

An assessnt of Bob was given as through the entanglent, Noah nodded.

Because at this ti, his weavings that had been crossing the folds of the flow of the wheel finally arrived inside a unique frequency!