Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3222 Purpose! II

The wings and nine halos of crimson obsidian brilliance behind him retracted into his body.

Purple and blue stellar brilliance flashed as he became shrouded in a purple robe that seemed to be made out of stars, his facial features becoming more defined as he gained more than just singularities for eyes.

His skin still gave off an otherworldly feeling as it held a paint as if he was forged from millions of shattered Cosmos- with his image almost melding with the obsidian stellar brilliance all around the Megalos Beyond!

Behind him, the figures of a shrewd woman adorned in a black dress and a pointed hat appeared, her fair face filled with wrinkles that would remind one of the segmentation of worms as her eyes his immeasurable brilliance.

Beside her, a young woman with white light radiating in her surroundings floated, her visage adorned with a white dress as she held a profound sense of beauty and eyes that seemed filled with insatiable curiosity!

With the visage of an old man with a cane leading at the front, Ozymandias in the middle, and Teo Outerversal Morphons in humanoid forms following from behind…

"Let us go. There are many we must make contact with and gather the support of if you are to last even a single cycle in these Megalos Beyond. Whether you have any connection to the one mentioned in long forgotten Fables or not…will be ascertained in time."

…!

The old man took a step forward.

And their surroundings instantly distorted as the stellar obsidian space below twisted and formed into a disk that carried all of them.

From behind, the wrinkly visage of the old woman stared at Ozymandias as if she were looking at an object of taboo, her voice coming out in hushed tones as she asked.

"Great Phulax, where do you have in mind to even go?"

where and

and Young remained placid as the stellar obsidian disk below them began to move,

stands a chance that the time their Predecessor talked about

…!

corner of his eyes, he gazed at Ozymandias as he sighed

into the center of Fables that it may have

'Poor thing.'

their figures warping across the Megalos Beyond and heading towards

come to this Young One,

embarked on a journey that even he didn't know what ending

---

far from the distant

the weavings of Existence and Non-existence- with tumultuous storms

wonder were all

on a large white throne, a curved transparent circular screen showing him the deadly storms of Existence and Non-existence raging outside as the

unfettered from one Omniverse and into the next with ease. You'll come across the Forgers of

Noah, two female Simians gazed towards him with glazed eyes as none of their seductive efforts had succeeded, with Noah only asking for more information regarding the Commonwealth and nothing else as his devilish apathy only made a challenge for these

the vessel began to pulse and radiated waves of authority while the scene of storms around them faded, an encompassing multicolored

BZZZT!

flow of weavings

Noah's own weavings alerted him first even before the surrounding reality constructed itself all

weavings of another