Who else would one rather be devouring a critical part that made the Wheel turn?!
Bob asked such a question as Noah looked at this being coldly, his Complexity surging due to True Severed Adaptive Power of Existence as just in the last instant…
[Randomly, the selection of an instant has been selected.|
|The passage of an instant may not be allowed without your complexity undergoing a random, significant burst of elevation that will be supported entirely by the True Severed Heart of Infinity.|
|The Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity has randomly declared the burst of elevation to stem from the weavings of Entropy|
|The Severed Weavings of Entropy, backed by the Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity, surge across Severings and heads towards its Final Severed State!|
…!
This prompt flashed before his eyes in the past instant.
But not just this!
|The Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity has randomly declared the burst of elevation to stem from the weavings of Loot.|
|…randomly declared the burst of elevation to stem from the weavings of Runes.|
|…burst of elevation to stem from the weavings of Apocalypse.|
…!
Due to the gulf of power between him and Bob, just in the last instant, he was taking the weavings of Entropy, Loot, Runes, and Apocalypse to their Pathways naturally!
Four new paths…in just an instant!
And Bob was almost able to knock out even his other body set aflame with the musings of the Singed that was absorbing and transferring as much of the raging Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence towards a distant Infiniverse Megalos, but the intensity of Flames that Noah emanated seemed to have undergone a resonance with the raging silver white flame here as at this moment, he was borrowing its power to hold the unfathomable complexity of Bob that actively sought to throw him off.
The reason for this resonance…
|The Pathway to the True Source of the Singed is being traversed in real time.|
In his weavings.
He saw a core part of himself standing at the start of a path.
A road.
The path was built purely on white gold flames as at this moment, he began to take small, heavy steps on this Pathway.
The Pathway…to the True Source of the Singed!
After attaining the 81st Severing and obtaining the many Pathways to True Sources, this was the first time that Noah was making progress in walking on any pathway!
It would no doubt require droves of Resources to build up the Pathway and head to the True Source, and yet at this moment…True Severed Adaptive Power of Existence seethed to make this possible purely due to the adversary he faced.
Due to this, his Flames resonated with the Primal Flames.
|On the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed, a point of brilliance shines in the distance to aid you in your advancement. This point of brilliance is not what lies at the end of the Pathway, but simply something on the way there.|
HUUM!
On the road he walked on.
Everything was aflame and clear behind him, but ahead…was an endless darkness where nothing could be seen.
Every step he took was a heavy one as sometimes, there would be a dark foothold there that, after he stepped on it, would light up and allow more of the path to form.
But sometimes, there would be no foothold.
And if he did not want to fall, a terrifying amount of authority had to be utilized and burnt to lay the next brick of this pathway!
But at such a time, in the distant waves of darkness…a silver white lantern bloomed.
A silver white flame.
The Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence!
It was not what lay at the end of the Pathway, but simply something on the way there!
But at this moment, it lit up the Pathway to the True Source as Noah was able to see the steps ahead of him now as he walked towards them much faster, his complexity continuing to rise heavily as he did so!
This was the only reason why Bob was not able to shake him off the Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence.
Bob.
This entity that caused Noah to feel a level of coldness and rage, and yet he was thankful for his existence as it meant his own complexity would surge up even more.
But his appearance was also a heavy one as he may just be the one that the Prime Source Ezekiel of the Singed was fighting against- the one they warned as the terrible entity who slipped through the cracks!
Someone injured.
Someone not at the prime of their power!
One of his bodies was stuck in Hell Terra Firma while another one of his bodies…was with Noah in the Dead Primal Frequency of Genesis!
Their weavings were turning the air in that region to be filled with turbidity and wonder as well, with Noah gazing at the calm visage of Bob here as he asked.
"The Dead Prime Frequency of Genesis. Your greatest failure. Do you want to tell me more about that?"
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They were at an impasse.
Neither side could win against the fight of the Primal Flame of the Wheel of Existence as Noah knew this was something that would have heavy consequences, but if he could not change anything right now, he could at least learn more about this being!
And as it stood, there was one thing this being loved to do. And that was…
"Ah, why did you have to go and mention my greatest failure again? That…was something that I did not intend to do. On the day that I arrived in the weavings of these flows of existence, I was enraged. I was expectant. I was filled with emotion. The last of my power was fading as being the simple creature that I am; I sought to anchor myself against weavings that were already rejected me. I fought against the flow of the wheel with pure brute force. And the result of it all…was the simultaneous decimation of all the Megalos, Expanse, and everything in between of a whole Frequency."
…!