Chapter 3543  A Product of Weavings Across Frequencies! I


    It was a momentous occasion of deadly significance.


    All around them, a deluge of decimated Omniverses and Pantheons stretched out like a dead sea- each of them utterly filled with dense weavings of Matter and Dark Matter as such a sea caused everything nearby to feel heavy and thick.


    These cataclysmic stretches of shattered Omniverses and Pantheons seemed to be wailing, an untold number of weavings of Existence crying within as if they were real.


    As if they had truly undergone a Megalocide!


    Figures with Less complexity, like the Great Mother and the Observer of Old and Young, were dazed at such a sight as they could not even start understanding how this was possible.


    "What a profound state of existence..."


    Noah was introspective as his voice was low, and yet it resonated outwards to all entities here- the Pioneers and below who were not deemed enemies and were still alive, and the remaining Source Complexity entities who stemmed from the Palaces of the Expanse.


    They didn''t know what his words meant, but he was thinking about entities like the Great Mother and the Observer of Old and Young.


    He had met them just a few days ago when he entered the Megalos Beyond.


    A few days.


    They were many times stronger than him, and yet in that period of time...they were now mere backdrops.


    Just additions to his Fable.


    He knew this was an arrogant way of thinking as these beings were alive for cycles- billions of years before him.


    But because he held the Severed Weavings of the Protagonist.


    Because he held Quintessence.


    Because he held Fable.


    If he did not truly believe and act as the Protagonist, such a weaving would collapse!


    So beings who held their own lives before him. Their own complexities. He could pass them all in a matter of days as thereafter, they could only watch his own.


    And apart from them...there were the Source Complexities from the Palaces of the Expanse that remained burning on his Embers.


    He spoke once more as his thoughts went to them.


    "You cultivated your complexities for eons, only to throw them away like this."


    HUUM!


    As he spoke, he raised his hand and clenched. The Source Complexities burned by his Embers of the True Severed Singed Flame of Existence were lighted brightly within the deluge of the cataclysmic sea of Matter and Dark Matter, their fingers burning with bright flames as many eyes fell on them!


    "I know."


    Noah''s weavings within Ozymandias simply nodded.


    He knew.


    The Remnant Weavings of the Omnifather he had met briefly had stated it.


    That they would come for him. But he never specified who they were.


    Their complexity was bound to be stupendous as he was not fearful of them, so he simply told Barbaram he knew!


    And also...


    "I will wait for them just like I waited for you."


    ...!


    He made his intent clear as after this, no words needed to be exchanged anymore.


    The Lesser Source, Barbaram, bellowed out as he set his incandescent Source aflame.


    His own burning to promote rapid power.


    Massive small golden mountains arose behind him to create an entire Palace of gold mountains- each one carrying the weight of a percentage of a Megalos as they supported him in his endeavor.


    The other Lesser Sources sought to do the same as after measuring the complexity Ozymandias displayed; they determined that escape may still be possible...if all their Sources worked together.


    This was based on the current weavings of Ozymandias they felt!


    They acted based on this!


    Noah looked at all of them, ready to unveil another set of wonders to end things when...


    "Oh?"


    He blinked and stopped as he turned towards a certain direction.


    The expanding Map of the Megalos that now included Ynnere and Beyond showed something that pulled his attention.


    It was...something glaring bright red.


    It was something that stopped veiling itself the moment that his gaze turned towards it, its crimson eyes flashing with disappointment as if its plan of waiting for him to make a move before it unleashed a deadly strike was ruined!


    Ozymandias looked at it as he recalled its features from a certain dream.


    He was genuinely surprised at its appearance and crimson radiance that even far exceeded Persephael as he wondered!


    Where did this creature distinguished as [The Inheritor of the Megalos] appear from?!