With a radiant gold Megalos Mountain.
Inside its depths, on the peak of the mountain holding the only Sacred Primal Sea, Pyrrhus had descended onto the gold waters of the golden sea and become submerged in it as he was bombarded with endless waves of complexity.
Ones that were undoubtedly hundreds of times more potent than even those received as the feedback from traversing on the Roots of the Tresorverse Primaltree of Existence.
And this was further amplified by the System of Existence of the Megalonians themselves as all around, the illusory possibilities of Pyrrhus across the Megalos all increased the complexity of Existence concurrently while it all went towards a single source!
Pyrrhus.
Himself.
Noah!
At this moment, it wasn't just Quintessence, Infinity, Manadynamics, or Entropy that had been propelled up enough to form Fabled Omniverses of their own.
