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

was

voice that seemed to know innately that it was an Outerversal Morphon- that

distant memory as the voice that uttered

with resonance and Distinctions of unfathomable origins, one that seemed

was he trying

another voice shockingly echoed out as it

is loud, Young

…!

Another voice.

Was he not alone?

to look around, but he could see nothing apart from the lack of light

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

ancient voice came

and filled

"How…do I see?"

was simplicity itself, and yet

properly outline your form. Your

as he looked within the depths of himself and pondered, the small voices that

Form.

Substance.

heard these words 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

"A form…"

HUUM!

authority erupted

He knew this authority.

was born with

undeveloped, and

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

form that was coming to fruition…he could see

first as it seemed to be made from trillions of

each one made from millions of budding singularities as it

amalgamation of tentacles forming what Ozymandias knew

trillion tentacles erupted from behind as they were covered by a crimson obsidian light, these tentacles forming into wings of utter horror as at

the center of each

nine pupils uniquely connected to each other as they gave off heart throbbing unease

They blinked.

BZZT!

tentacles bloomed behind that formed into

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