Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 3746

Chapter 3746: Primarch IV
Others could only use them as inferences, to empower their current and sole True Source. As methods to see what areas they were currently deficient in any way.

But he…

“Hmm…”

He smiled, brilliant and quiet, as his gaze swept across the region.

At the auras of Resplendent Monads and the few Harmonized Sourcebound Icons.

And even fewer… glorious auras of Entities, dense with enough Complexity and Purity to be considered Primarchs!

Noah took another step forward.

The ground beneath him crackled with paradox, the ever-present weight pressing down. The obsidian floor nearly sang in resonance with his presence. But his eyes weren’t on the cracked weavings beneath his feet, they were on the Entities spread across the vast stretch of the Middle Wheel Platform.

They were everywhere.

Each one surrounded by drifting Sigil Fragments, colorful, luminous shards that resembled teardrops or slivers of crystallized truth. Each one pulsed with the whisper of an incomplete True Source.

And above each Entity’s head floated a glowing prompt, a status identifier suspended in flickering, arcane light.

Noah’s eyes scanned the first cluster.

NAME: Aeyon of the Emberdeep Vale

Title: Cinderglaive Fire-Kin

TRUE SOURCE: Hope

CQ: 9,999 (49,999)

PQ: 9,999 (49,999)

NULL FORM: 131 inches

A being of smoldering ash and dancing flame knelt amid a swirl of bright orange Sigils. His long limbs were wrapped in emberglass silk, his chest pulsing with a slow, mournful rhythm.

Noah shook his head. This… was supposedly a Harmonized Sourcebound Icon, yet his actual power could easily decimate a Monad or Converged Architect like Veltraxis.

There were… a few dozen like him scattered across this place.

Around Aeyon, fiery glyphs spun in concentric circles, forming his sizable Null Form. As Noah passed, Aeyon raised his head, not in challenge, but in acknowledgment. A presence that was heavy.

Further ahead, another figure floated.

NAME: Del’thari the Dark Bloom

Title: Undying Blossom of Mycalis

TRUE SOURCE: Time

CQ: 39,999 (79,999)

PQ: 39,999 (79,999)

NULL FORM: 101 inches

She resembled a woman composed entirely of shifting petals, each one bearing glowing script within delicate veins. Her face was serene, her form seated within a lotus of collapsed temporal paradoxes. Around her, white and lavender Sigils drifted gently, almost playfully, as her eyes remained closed. But Noah could feel the focused, ruthless intelligence beneath that stillness.

There were actually a few hundred Monads, some less powerful, others slightly above her, spread across these obsidian lands.

Another moved along the far horizon, drawing Noah’s attention.

A Dead Thing… one that radiated such terrifying brilliance that even Primarch Vaethrava, the Withering Sealroot, couldn’t compare.

NAME: Kellavor the Gravedancer

Title: Primarch of the Forgotten Tenebris Choir

TRUE SOURCE: Mourning

CQ: 79,999 (149,999)

PQ: 89,999 (149,999)

NULL FORM: 251 inches

His Null Form was a black mass of heavy screams and silent wonder.

A genuine, truly powerful being.

Kellavor was a creature of shadow silk and sharpened lament, a thin humanoid cloaked in fluttering ribbons of echoing screams. His blade, a scythe fused with memory, rested beside him. Black and silver Sigils surrounded him, each shaped like a fragment of eulogy.

Noah felt his gaze, quiet, ancient, unreadable.

None of them spoke. None acknowledged one another openly.

Because here…

Everyone was at war with understanding.

Dozens more caught Noah’s eye as he moved forward.

A Living Thing, a Gilded Minotaur wove sigils by chanting in reverse time.

Another, a Crystalline Winged Elf, hovered in a cage of translucent flame, her wings sheared from reality, glowing with drifting data.

A Dead Thing, a Harmonic Naga of Dual Source, whispered lullabies to her Sigils, coaxing them into cohesion, trying to bind them into a complete Sigil.

And one particularly strange figure: a childlike boy made of parchment and runes. He stood among floating Sigils shaped like questions, muttering their meanings into ink he fed back into his body.

Each of their True Source prompts shimmered with a blend of elegance and dread.

Noah walked among them calmly.

Some turned, noting his small Null Form, but said nothing, too absorbed in piecing together the scattered Sigils.

Others kept their eyes on him longer, realizing he moved effortlessly across shattered teardrop Sigils, unhindered by size or power.

Noah only glanced around out of curiosity, drawn to the terrifying Primarchs and their mysteries. Eventually, he looked down at the scattered Sigils spread all around.

He extended his hand.

A violet sigil fragment drifted into his palm, soft, humming, and singing. It buzzed with the whisper of a forgotten Entity.

[Fragment of the True Source Sigil: Wrath | Segment 3/39]

Wrath?

That… was something he understood well.

For others, tracking the rest of its fragments might prove nearly impossible. But for him…

He already had the Seven Sins, among many others, on the cusp of becoming fully realized True Sources. And that was without effort.

He reached out through the weavings of Wrath he already understood. Across the scattered obsidian wheel, he felt it, the resonance of multiple other shattered segments nearby.

He smiled, bright and dangerous.

And,

“Let’s begin,” he murmured.

The platform buzzed with glory.

—

Elsewhere…

Within the Infiniverse Crucible.

The skies screamed.

The horizon bled.

Frequencies of Continuity, Entropy, and Manadynamics convulsed violently as titanic figures clashed.

Nascent Source-Bearers and Harmonized Sourcebound Icons, Resplendent Monads and aspiring Primarchs, all tore across the fragmented terrain like stars gone mad.

Here, Megalos Mountains rose and fell in seconds. Entire shattered Omniverses blinked in and out of existence.

And in the heart of it all, he stood.

Noah.

Or rather, one of his forms.

Golden-blue clouds whirled around him, a stellar crown spinning silently above his head. His Lineage surged through every thread of his being, overflowing with the power of the Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum. His very presence twisted the fabric of the Crucible, his weavings pushing ever closer to an apex no one here could have imagined just days prior.

Before him floated two wonders of ruin and infinity.

The Infiniverse.

Ruination.

One clad in a radiant bodysuit woven from True Frequencies themselves, veiled in Continuity and Entropy.

The other draped in a prophecy of collapse, wielding a scimitar forged from the memories of fallen Wheels.

And in the midst of battle, Noah paused.

He looked to the skies above.

To the Infinity Symbol pulsing in the clouds, glowing with a tricolor of wonders, something budding within it for days now ready, ripe to emerge.

His golden pupils shimmered as the Wheels of Existence spun faster.

He wanted to test it.

Not just himself, but the power of what his Lineage had become after enduring the Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension.

“Hooo…”

He exhaled.

His body arched back. Arm extended.

And then…

BOOOOOM!

A punch was thrown.

But it wasn’t merely a punch.

It carried within it the totality of his current self:

His Lineage’s Complexity and Purity.

The burning chaos of the Singed, his chosen expression of both.

As his fist descended, trillions of fireballs erupted from the point of impact, each a condensed singularity of solar flame. They shimmered in golden-red glory, tiny stars of wrath, ignited by his Singed and fueled by every nuance of his True Sources.

The sky cracked.

The ground tore.

And then…

They fell.

The fireballs spread across the Infiniverse Crucible like a tidal wave of annihilation. Entities from every corner of the realm, those battling atop Matter-Forges, clashing through shards of Omniverses, whispering incantations beneath Megalos Mountains and fractured Frequencies…

All of them felt the crimson-gold heat sweep over everything.

Henry.

The Great Beyonder.

Barbatos.

Adelaide.

Eowyn.

Everyone felt it. Saw it.

And under its immense heat… it scorched everything.

Too fast for reaction.

Too vast for escape.

They vanished beneath the apocalyptic onslaught.

True Death.

No resistance. No screams.

Just…

Silence.

Just trillions of sun-like fireballs lingering, a single punch having erased every single Complexity across the Infiniverse Crucible.

Well, almost everything.

Only two figures remained when the infernos faded.

The Infiniverse and Ruination, hovering high above, eyes wide, chests heaving.

Their battle postures collapsed into caution.

Because that wasn’t just power.

That was judgment.

The clouds stirred. The misty Megalos Mountains began to reform.

Above them, the Infinity Symbol pulsed violently,

And from its depths, light fell.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

Figures reappeared one by one, reconstructed from Continuity itself, green lotuses blooming all around. Their bodies glowed with tempered weavings, their True Sources more refined, more complex, but still trembling.

They had died.

Utterly erased.

And yet… now they returned.

Each hovered across the skies and mountains of the Crucible, staring at the lone man standing at the center of it all.

Their expressions, shock. Terror. Reverence.

Because now they knew.

There wasn’t a single person in this Crucible, Legend, Monad, Icon, or aspiring Primarch, who could have survived what he just released.

Except for the two still standing.

The Infiniverse looked down, her voice echoing like glorious thunder.

|Master… what was that?|

Noah smiled faintly.

“Just a warm-up, as I get a handle on my growing power.”

WAA!

His reply was calm.

Ruination’s grip tightened on her blade.

Across the battlefield, silence reigned.

But everyone knew…

The Crucible was about to get even more brutal.

Silence.

It weighed down like gravity made of awe.

The skies of the Crucible still burned faintly crimson where the solar singularities had scarred them. Even Continuity itself wavered for a breath before knitting the fallen back together.

Hovering in the air, Ruination’s crimson-gold eyes narrowed, her form shimmering with taut tension.

The Infiniverse said nothing.

At first.

Her body hovered above the storm, no longer pulsing with restrained might, but radiating something new.

Something sharp. Complete.

Her mask cracked slightly at the brow, not from damage, but pressure. Her voice bloomed, quiet at first, then thunderous.

|Since my Master is so exceptional, I have to be even more so. So… I’ve done it. I’ve passed it, Master.|

Noah tilted his head slightly, blue-gold clouds curling tighter around him.

The Infiniverse’s mask vanished.

And beneath it… her gaze burned.

Radiant infinity symbols glimmered across her irises, one green, the other violet. Her form shimmered with streams of raw Frequencies that danced like living starlight.

|I have constructed dozens of True Frequencies of Existence… and harmonized them fully.|

…!

|Continuity. Entropy. Manadynamics. Relativity. Dreams. Avalon. Quantum. Prana. Genesis. Helios… They’ve all become Spokes of my Wheel. And now, the Wheel spins. Not as a mere Resplendent Monad…|

HUUM!

The sky shook.

Noah’s eyes narrowed.

And then… prompts cascaded down.

|The Infiniverse has surpassed 99,999 Complexity Quotient Source Units.|

|The Infiniverse has surpassed 99,999 Purity Quotient Source Units.|

|Designation has evolved: From Resplendent Monad to Primarch.|

|Current CQ: 103,778 SU | Current PQ: 108,943 SU|

…!

WAA!

The Crucible trembled as the air around the Infiniverse warped, no, obeyed.

It no longer resisted her Frequencies. It aligned with them.

She extended her palm. The javelins orbiting her collapsed inward, fusing into a ring of infinite segments that spun slowly behind her, like a second sun made of Frequencies.

Noah felt the change.

Not as an observer.

But as her Master.

The moment she attained the complexity of a Primarch, the weavings between them shifted.

Not weakened.

Deepened.

|Master, I feel it all so clearly now… My comprehension of existence no longer feels segmented. No longer a stream. It’s a lattice. A framework. The very blueprint of meaning. And I… I can lay it down.|

Her voice was calm.

Too calm.

|I can build Existential Dimensional Lattices now, Master. Not just as a concept. But as a construct. A weapon. A prison. A blessing.|

She raised her hand.

Behind her, violet and blue light spiraled into shape, geometry folding in on itself.

…!

Noah’s smile deepened.

He knew that if he hadn’t made the advancements he had in the Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension the day before, he might have been like everyone else, dying over and over again as the Infiniverse…

Took a heavy step forward.