Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3720: Doom II
Ruin.
Catastrophe!
Apocalypse!
It was yet another apocalypse to add to Noah's tally, even if he argued that countless factors had come together to make this happen!
That he was just a human born on a small planet less than three decades ago, in an infinitesimally small part of this Wheel of Existence that had already undergone eight Breakings.
Its Ninth had been on its way, and Noah had risen with his terrifying weavings to make himself the center of attention, the one the weavings and flow of the Wheel eventually revolved around as what was going to eventually happen… happened.
BOOM…CRACK!
The splintering of the Wheel fully began.
The Infiniverse Megalos Body appeared beside Noah and Ruination as the three of them watched this scene unfold.
They witnessed the breaking of the Wheel, something that would serve as a reminder and a word of caution for their own futures, even though one of them… actively sought Ruin and Breakings!
As Noah watched the shattering, waves of endless blue surged around him, and he remembered the weavings of Sonumortis Requiem he had emulated from Melodrass.
A cerulean stellar lute appeared in his hands as a low, humming symphony, filled with apocalyptic wonder, began to bloom from his fingertips.
As if it were a send-off to the Wheel of Existence that had contained the unfathomably small world he was born into.
A send-off to the Wheel of Existence that had connected him to Adelaide and Barbatos.
To his Mother.
To his Son.
To Ruination and the Infiniverse Megalos.
His eyes were bright, filled with endlessly budding brilliance as his voice echoed like that of a magisterial tyrant king, his white-gold Emperor's Robes billowing in awe.
"O Wheel that bore my birth and bane,
You break beneath the weight you gave.
I was your whisper turned into a tyrannical flame,
A child of stars, a son, an omen.
Eight times you broke even before I was born.
Now comes the ninth breaking… final and alone."
HUUM!
Notes and keys erupted around Noah.
Gloriously, the emulation of the True Source of Sonumortis Requiem became more and more real as the illusory notes and musical instruments took on form, a blinding brilliance shining as Noah's home Wheel of Existence shattered, and he erupted with a symphony while watching it break!
"So now I sing your last refrain,
A requiem of dust and flame.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Observance of your end remains a must.
You flow shaped me, broke me, sheltered me, and gave me time to gain my might,
But now I watch you fade into an endless night.
Farewell, old Wheel of time and tide…
Ruin sings. Apocalypse reigns. Catastrophe burns… and from it, none can hide!"
BOOM!
Spokes began to splinter and terrifying weavings burst, carried by a blazing, surging symphony that stretched out across dying Frequencies!
Away from the depths of the core of the Wheel.
In the Prime Frequency of the End.
Even as the Wheel of Existence shattered, this Prime Frequency held more structure and wonder than any remaining, as undoubtedly, it seemed it would be the last Frequency to shatter and die.
It would outlive all other Prime Frequencies, even the True Frequency of the Singed!
In the Megalos Beyond of the Prime Frequency of the End.
The figure of the Great Beyonder floated grandly at the intersection of Matter, Anti-Matter, and Dark Matter, turning her head in sorrow as she asked dubiously...
"Is someone fucking singing?!"
Her eyes held countless emotions as, beside her, Noah's other self, Ozymandias, blinked and looked around serenely.
"Yeah, I don't know what that's about, but you all need to go."
…!
He said it flatly as he looked at the Outerversal Morphons who were gazing at the Great Beyonder and him like they were legends they had idolized all their lives.
The Great Mother and Little Aspasia were kneeling.
The Observer of Old and Young.
The Great Ponderor.
The Great Wheel.
Countless Outerversal Morphons stared upward in awe and wonder, looking upon the one who would've been the Instrument of the Beyonder. And then, the Great Beyonder herself was here!
Years ago, she had appeared across the Megalos Beyond in different forms, promising that an Instrument of hers would come, one who would either spark endless expansion of the Megalos Beyond and its Morphons… or bring an end to them.
And now, the Wheel of Existence was breaking. Whether those here knew it or not, it was hard to say which promise would come to pass.
There was a defiant glint in her eyes as she asked Ozymandias, whose weavings were eerily like the Noah she'd fought all this time.
"Is it final? Unchangeable? The Wheel of Existence failed its Last?"
She asked like she needed to be absolutely sure before departing, and Ozymandias nodded with quiet affirmation.
"A few things occurred, but yes. The Wheel of Existence is undergoing its last Breaking."
The logistics of what the Wheel had done at the very end didn't need to be said. Ozymandias simply nodded.
And the Great Beyonder fell silent before gazing at the swathes of Outerversal Morphons.
"Okay."
She gave her affirmation.
Her human form began to unfurl, countless tentacles blooming as a form bathed in Eldritch beauty revealed itself.
She looked like a shattered humanoid constellation- tentacles wrapped in void-silk, countless eyes blooming like galaxies across an ever-shifting crown of antlered Megalos light.
Veins of luminous ink spiraled through her translucent form, pulsing with forgotten hymns. Each movement bent existence—a symphony of silence and majesty that drowned perception in awe and terror. It was the kind of regal eldritch beauty no one could look away from.
The Outerversal Morphons felt their weavings pulse in wonder. Behind them, the invisible black and white strings of the Eldritch Expanse tugged, and their bodies instantly vanished!
Only the Great Beyonder and Ozymandias remained in the Prime Frequency of the End, as her voice echoed, her grand form spreading wide, tentacles like vibrant wings erupting behind her while her body was pulled far away.
She wanted to feel the Megalos Beyond she remembered, just one last time.
"What about you? It doesn't seem like you're leaving."
…!
She said it like it shocked even her.
And Ozymandias smiled brilliantly as he nodded.
"No. I… want to see what being a Dead Thing feels like."
BOOM!
