Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3214 Outerversal Morphon Ozymandias! IV

He was being born!

He was being born…but who was he exactly?

This question came quickly and rapidly, but it didn't have a full answer as a sense of Distortion and cloudiness permeated all around.

Within the depths of his beings, he could feel small voices trying to rise up.

Each one tried to overcome another in an effort to reach him, but they were too faint.

Their reach in this place was so, so small.

But these tiny voices didn't give up as they acted like jolts of electricity that were constantly trying to unearth something.

First was the question of what.

He seemed to make out himself as if he was a budding singularity. A mass of extremely dense energies constantly twisting, contracting and expanding.

A mass full of power that he couldn't yet understand!

But this mass was coming to fruition…where exactly? When?

He thought of looking at his surroundings, but realized there was only darkness.

The absolute lack of light.

Apart from himself, he couldn't see anything.

More and more of himself was budding and becoming more concentrated, the power contained within himself feeling tremendously full and significant as it told him he could do anything!

So he wanted to answer the first question he had.

Who he was.

The small voices he could barely hear within him rose in a cacophony of noises.

He was…

He was…!

Osm…!

Ozm…!

HUUM!

His existence fully formed. Interminable waves of crimson obsidian radiance flashed out.

His identity unveiled itself!

He was…

"Ozymandias!"

…!

Outerversal Morphon

deep and guttural voice that seemed like it was echoing out of the very depths of countless

voice that seemed to know innately that it was an

after that seemed to be from a long distant memory as the voice that uttered it

origins, one that seemed

was he trying to

question, another voice shockingly echoed out as it

you are is loud, Young

…!

Another voice.

Was he not alone?

to look around, but he could see

cannot even see, and yet are raucous enough to have already developed

voice

and filled with understanding as

"How…do I see?"

simplicity itself, and yet seemingly impossible at the same

your form. Your Outerverse. Only when you have substance can you begin to

small voices that had been trying to rise up making

Form.

Substance.

as he looked within the depths of himself and pondered, the small voices that had been trying to rise up making a cacophony of noises at

"A form…"

HUUM!

of a unique authority erupted

He knew this authority.

was born

was a type of Innate, undeveloped, and young authority. It was his

as it released humming droning sounds, wrapping around his body as it began to

coming to

to be made from trillions of tentacles stacked on

purple blue hue- each one

four limbs exploded out, the amalgamation of tentacles forming

crimson obsidian light, these

the center of each

of nine pupils uniquely connected to each other as they

They blinked.

BZZT!

trillions more tentacles bloomed behind that

together, burning with crimson obsidian stellar radiance as they formed into nine Halos that successively became larger the