Life and death hung in the balance.
Literally.
At a ti such as this when an utterly confounding existence tore apart the Infinite Ravines- it bled into the weavings of the Wheel of Existence.
Within Hell Terra Firma.
In the skies where a massive satellite floated, the figure of a tan-skinned Barbatos stood beside Noah as she watched a black-and-white tendril of light descend toward her from above.
"Is sothing serious happening right now?"
She asked Noah, her eyes tinged with curiosity.
Noah remained beside her, giving a light nod, his gaze resting on the bleak gray earth stretching endlessly across this hellish frequency.
"Sowhat serious. A lot of things will change. You... might change."
…!
Barbatos blinked at his words, but a spark of understanding lit her eyes. She smiled.
"Is it... my other self? Or other Selves across frequencies?"
She had hit the heart of the matter.
Noah nodded.
"In the ti to co, all weavings of existence will likely rge. By the ti you attain your True Source, every possibility across frequencies that represents you will have unified. But you, and others closely tied to , will beco singular in nature, even if not yet in complexity soon. Across frequencies and possibilities, there will be only one Weaving of Existence. A single you, filled with all your possibilities."
Barbatos smiled and nodded brightly.
"As long as I am with you, I think everything will be okay."
…!
She said this with unshakable joy. Noah nodded gently, and in the next mont, the black-gold string of the Eldritch Expanse struck the back of her head, her body falling completely still.
Across the Eldritch Expanse, countless black-and-white strings stretched out endlessly, connecting to all entities across this frequency and other Frequencies.
|Absolute Wheel Ontopathogenesis|...was unfolding in full bloom.
It spread across all frequencies of the Wheel of Existence, ignited from the very core of its construct.
Noah watched it unfold, his gaze calm.
Calculated.
He wasn't angry.
He wasn't sad.
He wasn't brimming with joy.
At this mont, he simply was.
He felt his own Weavings of Existence begin to stretch outward, reaching toward every possibility across the Wheel's frequencies as he reflected on himself.
He, who once vowed he could never fail.
But…
|The Truthborne Continuum, Veritarch, asks why.|
HUUM!
His weavings buzzed.
His last System of Existence, ant to embody all he was, questioned him.
Why couldn't Noah fail?
He had made mistakes.
He rembered his greatest one, the reason he turned back ti itself to correct it.
The mont with the Devilish Ti Unveiler.
And there were other mistakes. Even those he didn't call mistakes were still choices, paths he could have walked differently.
Yet each of them, mistake or not, had made him who he was.
Because he watched the Spiritual Land break, he swore never to allow such loss again.
Because he saw those he loved nearly die, he promised to protect them with everything he had.
His mistakes shaped him.
From them, he drew the conclusion that failure wasn't an option.
Why? Veritarch asked.
Why?
"Because I am... Noah Osmont."
HUUM!
"I am a father."
"I am a son."
"I am—"
|Veritarch, the Truthborne Continuum, rejects your reasoning.|
HUUM!
His weavings buzzed.
His eyes remained calm, solemn, as the depths of his budding Living Wheel shook.
His Final System of Existence rejected his answer.
And asked again.
He asked himself again.
|Why?|
…!
BOOM!
Around him, Hell Terra Firma trembled.
Barbatos vanished along with countless others as the black-and-white tendrils of the Eldritch Expanse whisked them away.
In that mont, Noah beca the only living existence within the bounds of Hell Terra Firma.
A place that denied all authority, and yet he overca it.
A place where only he could now move freely.
And now, alone in this hellish frequency, he asked himself.
Why?
Not just why he couldn't fail.
But why he did it all.
Yes, for his family.
Yes, for those he wanted to protect.
Yes, for the countless quintillions relying on him.
But...
Why did he continue moving, endlessly?
HUUM!
His body pulsed with multicolored singularities.
Colorless brilliance surged outward as Quintessence flooded the gray terrain of Hell Terra Firma like an endless sea.
Mana flared, and in the next instant, the gray skies turned an endless, radiant blue.
Mana.
He looked up and smiled.
He always knew his answer.
His why.
He moved because...
"I want to."
…!
No one forced him.
Yes, he had lives to protect. But no one stood behind him ordering him to act.
If his nature were different, if he didn't want to do this, then he simply wouldn't.
But he did.
It was part of the...pursuit.
It began with Infinite Mana.
He fell in love with the idea that he could wield boundless power to do anything.
Since then, he chased the very edges of what was possible.
How powerful could one beco? How much could one obtain?
Along that path, he grew.
He found his family.
He had a son.
He reclaid his mother.
All because he longed to witness the absolute end of power.
He loved the journey. The discovery.
He loved achieving what others couldn't imagine.
Doing in days what others required eons to accomplish.
Becoming a Resplendent Monad- of which only two existed in an entire Wheel of Existence that had survived eight Breakings.
The fact that it was possible...
That was why he loved this endless journey!
Yes, he couldn't fail- because to lose loved ones would be unbearable. To fail quintillions would be a tragedy.
But more than that...
His path would end.
His journey would stop.
And he didn't want that.
Like his Mana, he wanted it to be... Infinite.
He didn't want it to end. He wanted to keep experiencing.
Even if no battles remained. Even if he retired to a quiet farm...
He still wanted to continue.
To be alive, yes…but to truly live.
"That is why."
He answered the budding part of himself- the part trying to live up to its na: the Truthborne Continuum.
To synthesize. To understand.
And so...
|For now, Veritarch accepts the Why.|
HUUM!
|Your Origin, Body, and Soul have beco the Cornerstones of the Living Wheel.|
|Through them, your Sources stand a chance to truly live.|
…!
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