Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3772

And then…

A vast shadow rolled overhead as I continued moving busily across Votharion Mountain.

A whale.

Blue, immense, and ancient.

Its Null Form was massive, layered in swirling paradox, its complexity a lattice of oceanic depth.

| NAME: Primarch Vael'Zhyr | TRUE SOURCE: Tides | CQ: 255,000 (400,000) SU | PQ: 255,000 (400,000) SU |….

It moved slowly, its voice a thunderous hum that echoed across the Folds even without words.

When one looked at the Middle Wheel Platform as a whole, there truly were a great deal of powerful beings here.

As it drifted near, curiously, cautiously, its massive bulk angled toward me, the vortex of its presence brushing past the Votharion Mountain.

Its voice came.

Ancient. Slow.

Measured.

"You moved with that monstrosity," it rumbled, not accusatory, not demanding, merely observant. "The one with the 1,000-Inch Null Form. What do you know of him? Who he might be?"

I glanced up, calm.

Tyrannical.

Unmoved.

I shrugged lightly, another Sigil Fragment slipping into my grasp even as the giant spoke.

"I know as much as you all know," I said. "Nothing more."

A beat.

"No reason for everyone to wonder, or for those curious, you should ask yourselves."

The whale shifted slightly, a low, oceanic rumble that may have been laughter.

Or resignation.

It turned away, slowly drifting back to its dominion atop a distant mountain.

It seemed there were few Primarchs like Kalysta who would bother and be so invested.

I pressed on.

Sigils.

Fragments.

One by one.

Hours blurred as I did so.

The Middle Wheel Platform that was vast, fractal, and paradoxical- it rolled out beneath my steps.

Much was accomplished in a few hours.

In addition to the 5 Completed True Source Sigils, three more surrounded me as the final one was about to become completed as well.

The first new Sigil had come together rather quickly, the weavings settling into a completed form.

| TRUE SOURCE SIGIL: Chronospirit — Affiliation with Temporal and Spiritual Resistances |

A pulsing blue-white lattice, delicate and sharp.

Time woven with the self- not just to endure, but to remember, to hold, to unmake the forgetting of death itself.

Second…

| TRUE SOURCE SIGIL: Pyrochron- Affiliation with Temporal and Elemental |

Flames dancing backward and forward, each blaze a ticking moment. An eternal wildfire where time itself burned as fuel.

Third.

| TRUE SOURCE SIGIL: Aeonforge- Affiliation with Temporal and Origin |

A true Source bleeding gold and silver threads, a fusion of the first sparks of being with the endless onward march of time. Birth and memory locked in recursion.

Fourth.

| TRUE SOURCE SIGIL: Conceptum Vitae-

Affiliation with Temporal and Conceptual |

An ever-shifting glyph, an idea given structure by temporal chains. Concepts that evolved, not with thought, but with the erosion of seconds and centuries.

Each of them aligned with Time -

each of them a crown in their own right.

As the last Sigil came together , the Ninth,

they spun around me.

Axes of inevitability.

Marks of the Folds churned in the air around me, not golden, not silver, but obsidian-bronze, weightier and deeper as they compressed onto my being.

CQ and PQ compressed further.

Hardened.

Forged anew.