Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)
chapter-3199

His intent boomed out around him.

Sona, Henry, the Sanctus Autarch…all the strongest combatants of the Infinite Omniverse that were here felt his intent as they pulled out the Marks of the Gladiators he had given them and found their respective thrones.

When he spoke about the strongest combatants of the Infinite Omniverse, he didn't include and incorporate the Queens of the Infinite Omniverse who were currently with his other Ascendant Existential Extremity Clones- spending time with each other as not everybody had to wage war and face danger.

What was he working so hard for this whole time? Was it not to be with his loved ones and spend genuine time with them?

So his Ascendant Existential Extremity Clone of the Protagonist, Fables, or any myriad of other Clones would occasionally switch and rotate across the Aletheian Havens of the Infinite Omniverse- moving across its wonders with those he cared for the most.

He could have any Ascendant Existential Extremity Clone transition and take the spot of any of his bodies, so he had Quintessence currently taking the reins as the Gladiator.

And he waited.

He waited to enter the arena where he could actually be close to and have the excuse to devour the Authority of another Entity's System of Existence!

—

Within Noah's Natal Omniverse.

Far away from the construct of the Wheel of Weavings where the Commonwealth had as their base.

In a region filled with hazy auroras of red and white brilliance that only became larger and larger due to the ongoing effects of Existential Terraforming that were occurring from a far distance.

The figure of Protector Antonio could be seen as another Simian accompanied him, the white gold brilliance surrounding them being entirely too potent as the female Simian spoke to him.

"Protector Antonio…what sort of thing could have done that to Protector Commodus? Even now, they've barely managed to stop the unraveling of his existence."

The question was a stern one as this female Protector was looking at a few hundred Synthetic Existences wading through this area and light years ahead of them.

Synthetic Existences. Tools they constructed that were extremely useful in picking up the locations of the Worms of Existence that had undoubtedly gone into hiding mode with a slow accumulation of their Devouring of the Omniverse until they gained enough power.

In the early stages of the Infection when they were still Neonatal Worms of Existence- the utilization of the Synthetic Existences was paramount!

Protector Antonio was following along the progression of this task as the woman beside him simply joined in.

His gaze was just as stern as hers as he replied.

"We have the Anti-Existences seeking to end all of Existence that we fight and hold at bay, and then we have the scattered armies of Anti-Life that should have had their ranks fractured across the Omniverses. Yet now, their threat levels are starting to rise to be just as critical as these Worms. Whatever tool they developed to cause Protector Commodus to enter that state- they are tools that could unfurl the weavings of an entire Omniverse if made even more disastrous than they already are."

WAA!

"That is why…the number of people under us that we can deploy must increase. More Protectors. More limbs for the Commonwealth to move. And we cannot fail in this as nothing else stands between us and the imbalance of life and Existence itself."

…!

His words were unfathomably firm.

They were the Bastion of Existence.

They protected others who may not even know it from threats they may never understand!

They did all of this not for glory or hubris, but for the protection of Existence itself.

"..."

The gaze of the female Simian was difficult.

Waner was her name. Protector was her distinction.

And yet…her gaze was unfocused at this moment as she spoke hesitantly.

"But…what of the possible weavings we were forbidden from ever freely mentioning? The weavings that the 99th Viceroy of the Commonwealth uttered out before he perished?"

HUUM!

Stellar words left her mouth as the moment they did so, Protector Antonio stopped gazing at the flow of the Synthetic Existences and came to lock his gaze onto her.

His expression was heavy as he replied.

"We do not talk about that. Those weavings were the weavings of a madman. Someone that should have never held the throne of Viceroy of the Commonwealth."

…!

His face was clear.

He was warning her.

Do not speak.

Do not say anything further about this.

But as if possessed, Protector Waner uttered out with a hazy gaze of fear.

"The 99th Viceroy of the Commonwealth said he foresaw the Breaking of the Wheel of Existence. That it would be done through the hands of the Commonwealth itself! He sought to break us apart and-"

HUUM!

"Do not."

The body of Protector Antonio blazed with heavy, incandescent golden flames as he looked coldly toward Protector Waner.

"Do not speak of this. Understood?"

"..."

A clear threat was now within his words.

What the Mad Viceroy uttered before his death was not something for them to pay attention to.

The Viceroy that went mad and wanted the dissolution of the Commonwealth itself based on a bad dream!

"Waner, do you understand?"

Protector Antonio repeated himself again to the woman who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.

Yet his words carrying profound waves of power shook her out of her reverie as she came to focus on him.

"Words like these can have you stripped of your Distinctions. Words about someone and something that has long since been banned from being spoken about. You are no longer that foolish girl I picked up who idolized heroes and villains. You are a Protector, and you must begin to act like it."

She was a Protector!

These powerful words resounded in her heart as she nodded grimly.

She would not think of it. She wouldn't think of the being who only held the grandest Distinctions when he was alive, ushering the Commonwealth into eons of prosperity. And yet towards the end of his life, he was granted the distinction of a Mad Viceroy.

All because he had uttered the disastrous words that he believed to truly paint the future weavings!

The Breaking of the Wheel.

Words that had nearly fractured the weavings of the Commonwealth itself before the Mad Viceroy was dispatched, and everything was laid to rest!