Chapter 3561 Closure! II
The Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity was triggered at such a critical juncture as it stated that not even seconds would pass before he became stronger!
And so, a unique part of his began its severings towards the critical 81st spot before Ruination even processed and multiplied the multiple Purified Source Pearls that were just obtained.
Before any resources among those he had gained were utilized, the Pathway to the True Source of Infinity continued to exceed all wonders!
HUUUM!
From his hands, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel flew out as it rotated with stellar white gold flames, drawing in the weavings of Matter and Dark Matter nearby as its tip was pointed towards a single enemy.
DUM!
In the surroundings.
DUM!
A symphony began to play.
A Symphony that was welcoming none other than the protagonist as it felt heavy, and the beat was thick!
DUM!
Mysara began looking around to find the source of this new beat, but it felt like it was pressing down and spreading across the Megalos as she could not pinpoint it.
It only coincided with the visage of Ozymandias looking towards the Inheritor of the Megalos that he had denied the weavings of coldly, his voice echoing it as the Spoke arrived before this entity.
"Greatness was not written for you…not in this Frequency, or any others. False or true mean nothing before countless rounds of Severings!"
BZZT!
The spinning tip of the Spoke smashed into the Inheritor of the Megalos as it buzzed with a cry of fervor.
A cry of someone that was given everything the day it was born, with their future already planned!
They were meant to inherit the Megalos. They were meant to carry the torch of the Great Beyonder!
They were…
"The Inheritor…" An overlap of countless voices boomed out as the Inheritor of the Megalos regained a semblance of control.
Its Source- layered by many others' wills, raged with cognizance as behind it, the Megalos themselves began to twist.
As if it was trying to dredge up control for the last time!
"I am…the Inheritor!"
AWOO!
It roared out a howl to muster up its ecstatic force, and yet Ozymandias only glared at it coldly as, in an instant, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel stopped spinning.
"What you are…is dead."
…!
The stopped Spoke released every ounce of pressure and force into a single point, a blinding white gold line shooting out from the head of the Inheritor of the Megalos and all the way through it.
After that, its body began to fill with liquid gold flames- its obsidian luster beginning to shine with a scintillating radiance as if it were a statue!
Its eyes were layers of streams of consciousness as it looked towards Ozymandias.
It showed immense unwillingness.
Immense resignation!
Immense sadness.
"It was…all set up for me."
Its voice, filled with a sense of desolation, echoed out.
At this moment, Ozymandias was silent while watching the end of this creature.
Its fate…was something he hated the most.
So he gave it its last moment.
He gave it a moment of silence.
"It was destined for me…I was just…following the set path."
Yes.
The worst thing he could imagine.
A predetermined destiny.
A path he had to follow!
And all he did was seek to follow it as this being…never looked for his own path.
Noah and Ozymandias looked at its eyes as it became filled with liquid gold flames, cracks beginning to spread throughout it as in the next moment, an illusory radiance flashed that showed hundreds of four-legged beasts flash within the Inheritor of the Megalos.
Each carried their own complexity and emotions, but were all ultimately the same as every single one became purified under glorious flames.
With a sense of tremendous sadness, the massive body of the Inheritor of the Megalos melted under the grandeur of countless liquid flames, its weavings not made a show of as these flames dispersed silently.
They rose and spread around the Megalos Beyond like ash being scattered across it, what came from it being returned as even Ozymandias closed his eyes!
Where the Inheritor of the Megalos used to be, 9 dazzling Source Pearls floated amidst vibrant golden flames, and at the very center- an utterly ecstatic Source Complexity Rune of Existence that read…BEYONDER could be seen!
It was obsidian red in nature, and countless archaic lines covered it as Ozymandias opened his singularities and waved his hands- everything flowing towards him as the Source Pearls disappeared, and the Rune of the BEYONDER landed in his hand.
The Beyonder.
There was a delicate entanglement with this being as he did not have any conflict with them.
But he also knew that Runes were powerful, with their owners being able to sense them and their utilization even from afar.
Even the Rune of Amarantos only became his after it was truly Severed!
As for this Rune of the BEYONDER, it held the set path this being had set down for their instrument.
He had taken the distinction and proclaimed it a few times before, but as he looked at the Source Rune carrying a terrifying significance before him, white gold flames surged around him, and the Spoke turned around while pointing its sharp end onto this Rune of Existence.
"From this day on, I shall no longer be the instrument of any weaving."
HUUM!
The white gold flames latched onto the dazzling Rune of Existence as above, the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel appeared and exerted its terrifying pressure downwards!
A light of profound purification burned as in the distance, many Outerversal Morphons watched on breathlessly.
The bodies of the Great Mother and Little Aspasia trembled as they heard the words of Ozymandias.
They saw him burn the terrifying Rune of the BEYONDER, extreme heat gathering around it as it slowly lost its obsidian red state, being turned white gold as any identity and weaving it held before was being erased!
Gradually, the meaning of the Rune began to change as another weaving took its place.
A weaving that was being born in a terrifying Severed State in real time!
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