Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3683: The Breaking of the Wheel III

It held a True Source Noah hadn't yet fully understood, but he recognized it with a sense of familiarity.

He gave a light nod to his Construct beside him. As he grabbed the tendril, an incandescent green-gold brilliance bathed everything nearby.

And then, part of his consciousness was pulled elsewhere.

To another weaving of existence entirely.

To the flow of an age lost to eons.

To the record of the First Breaking of the Wheel!

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"Haha, Little Witness, are you really dozing off right now? Shouldn't you act out your name and title and be here to witness this grandiose event?"

The voice stirred Noah from what felt like a deep reverie, an impossibly long dream.

HUUUM!

In the depths of his existence, the stellar obsidian radiance of his True Source of Existence buzzed, anchoring him. He knew who he was. This was a record. This was the dream.

He spread his senses outward.

He was in a small body- young, maybe a teenager. But his eyes couldn't see.

A green blindfold wrapped around them, tied neatly at the back of his head. His robe was simple—white and green—covering him from top to bottom.

Even when he looked inward, he found a calm, silent True Source at the Nascent Source-Bearer Complexity level.

It was… the True Source of Continuity.

This was the True Source of the Witness!

But the real shock was his surroundings.

An endless green sea.

Scattered across it like radiant archipelagos were Frequency Havens—self-contained micro-frequencies tethered to the sea's flow, all converging toward a resplendent, green Wheel of Existence.

The Frequency Havens pulsed with their own unique Source structures. One was a floating citadel of harmonic crystal and firelight. Another, a storm reef of volatile plasma and temporal sand. Some shimmered with lunar ice that sang waves of complexity. Others swirled through labyrinths of compressed gravity and spectral flora of existence.

And they were guarded not by ordinary entities, but by those who burned with the light of True Sources.

The most powerful of them were Resplendent Monads and Converged Architects.

Monads and Architects.

Though Noah's eyes were blind, his senses- his True Source- saw clearly. He could feel the presence and expressions of dozens of these entities.

An overwhelming intensity of Purity. A staggering depth of Complexity.

Some sat calmly atop their Frequency Havens. Others talked among themselves or with those of lower standing. On many havens, Noah sensed Resplendent Monads smiling and conversing with Harmonized Sourcebound Icons and Nascent Source-Bearers, who gazed at them with respect.

This was a different age.

A different record, a different weaving of existence- one where beings of Average, Moderate, and High Purity and Complexity existed in breathtaking abundance.

Even the Frequency Haven he stood upon spanned the size of a standard Omniverse- its complexity exponentially greater.

Waves of verdant-gold light shimmered around him. Complexity…was everywhere.

Even the one who woke him…

Noah turned to find a burly, muscular man in a loose, stellar green robe. His body burned with green flames, vibrant with life and vitality.

When he clapped Noah on the back- lightly, the tremors threatened to fracture his source if it had been any harder.

Profundity radiated from him. His eyes, expectant and vibrant, glowed with High Purity and Complexity. He was both a Resplendent Monad and a Converged Architect.

"All who wanted to be here to witness the Wheel's change are here," he said. "Many came from the Infinite Ravines- trading places to witness this moment themselves. What do you think, Little Witness? What are we about to witness with the Wheel of Existence?"

The terrifying existence posed the question, and Noah found his lips moving as though this young body were playing out a perfect record.

"How should I know? We're all just watching the First of Existence. And Monad Romulus… I know you know exactly what level of purity and complexity your source has reached. If you keep hitting me like that, you'll shatter my weavings next time."

His voice was laced with annoyance and grumbling- completely unlike the deep, ancient tone of the Witness he and the Infiniverse Megalos Body had observed not long ago.

And still, despite the grumblings, Monad Romulus only laughed and beckoned to others gathered in the distance.

"Hey, Monad Gideon, Architect Reyna! Come give this kid a few more smacks. He doesn't seem to know what's good for him. I was helping his True Source grow stronger with every slap- and he complains about it!"

Laughter rippled through the Resplendent Monads and Converged Architects as the Witness turned toward them with a mixture of fondness and frustration.

They were his mentors. His teachers. The ones who had guided him across existence.

He knew they meant well. And now?

Now, he had to take this moment seriously.

He had to Witness.

Time passed as those terrifyingly complex entities communicated, a display of harmony and wonder in this forgotten age… until finally…

"Oh… it begins!"