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.

was gazing towards the weavings of such an entity as the only thing that could be seen currently were hundreds

No, not lines.

Spokes.

from nothing else other

the different Spokes

different Weavings

Wheel of Existence came

variations that held entirely different flows of time and existence

type of complexity- a

Different types of spokes!

to its rim, with many spokes coming together to

countless intricate

Countless variations of existence.

many Spokes holding it up, with some lines of

visited some truly critical Spokes of the

even to this being, but he had

the only one that

Others had as well.

knew Bob and those like him held tremendous knowledge- far more than any of them could have

of the Wheel they were only supposed to ensure the flow of, would only muddy

knew

all knew that

So why?

muddy the waters while

|...!|

entity did not

could only sigh

Wheel turns as the Wheel

…!