Nothing worked.
No matter if Noah Severed all the hundred plus Sources of his existence, no matter if they were all amalgamated with him- he had the distinct feeling that even with such complexity, he couldn't escape that blooming gray brilliance.
He recognized it to be the brilliance of a frequency of the Wheel.
But it was far too terrifying.
Once wrapped up in its light, it was inevitable to flow into it as this held many implications!
And the ones to cause all this…
|...You will not be missed, Infiniverse Dowager! You can fuck off all the way, Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian!...|
The intent of the newly appearing entities from a distance rang out clearly across the Blancverse as the culprits were made clear.
Infiniverse Dowager.
Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian.
They knew them.
They knew of them!
But…
'From other weavings of existence?'
