Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3375 The Wheel Turns As The Wheel Turns! IV

In a nondescript point of the Expanse, a uniquely complex entity collapsed the last weavings of another that had failed Existence Severing.

Her hands then began to move as she dissected and cut open this entity along with three others, studying their Physiology and makeup before they were turned into threads of weavings under her own unique design.

Quite a distance away from here, there was another complex entity just recently arriving in the Primal Eldritch Palace of the Expanse, being led by an infinity symbol pulsing with tentacles as his journey there had depended on legends passed down from eons past.

Legends of an instrument that would come and change the landscape of the Megalos Beyond- legends that this entity grasped for himself whether they truly represented him or not.

Another tremendous distance away from here, Immovable Sacred Legions were already dispatched to catch the scent and obtain weavings of information about a certain entity.

At first glance, these events may not have any correlation whatsoever, and yet the weavings of every single action and reaction pushed the spokes of the Wheel further!

Far from these interactions of complex weavings.

In an area of weavings carrying much greater complexity- an area that Terrestrial Entities nor Constellations Entities would ever be capable of entering unless they utterly transformed everything about themselves.

Within such an area of complexity, a humanoid entity whose body was formed from solid white astral radiance was looking out into an area filled with immense waves of complexity while raising an object in his hands.

The object…seemed to be a clock.

And yet this clock held nine hands that seemed to constantly be moving chaotically, making it very hard to discern anything!

This Entity sighed while he looked at the area of immense complexity while voicing out lightly.

|Even after everything we know, you still interfered, Sir Bob.|

His voice was only for himself, and it seemed to be one of melancholy and helplessness.

Bob.

astral entity was gazing towards the weavings of such an entity as the only thing that

No, not lines.

Spokes.

nothing else other

all the different Spokes of the Wheel that

Weavings

of Existence came in

entirely different flows of time

a different type of complexity-

Different types of spokes!

a spoke was a singular rod that extended from the center of a wheel to its rim, with many spokes coming together to support the whole structure of

countless intricate weavings

Countless variations of existence.

Spokes holding it up, with some lines of spokes

truly critical Spokes

were veiled even to this being,

only one

Others had as well.

this entity and many others maddened as they knew Bob and those like him held tremendous knowledge- far more than any of them could have over

they were only supposed to ensure the

knew

that

So why?

muddy the waters while

|...!|

not have the

could only sigh once

Wheel turns as the Wheel

…!