Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 3672: Ashes VII

Seas of silver and gold shimmered to one side. The skies in another blazed with purple flames.

The mere expression of ten Wild True Sources would be enough to cause any Nascent Source-Bearer to falter and collapse, even. But here, in these volatile weavings of existence, every single entity present was a Harmonized Sourcebound Icon.

Well… almost every entity.

One would expect countless defenders stationed at a Gateway Domus holding ten Wild True Sources.

But there was only one.

A single figure who stood alone against more than twenty Dead Things.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with dark hair and sun-warmed skin hovered above a gray sea of ash. His figure was wrapped in a billowing robe of smoke and shadow, his entire presence emanating a serene, unshakable grace.

He appeared… relaxed.

As if the chaos didn't exist.

He floated lazily in the sea of gray-ash brilliance, utterly absorbed in the Senet board before him. He didn't even glance toward the monstrous Dead Things moving slowly, devouring and surviving within this terrifyingly converged Domus.

Above this man, seated calmly upon the gray ash sea, were over a hundred glowing Pillars of Concordance- shimmering structures designated to various points across the Domus.

Each pillar released waves of unending gray ash, carrying a sense of absolute finality.

A memory of what once was.

It felt like… if even a single fleck of that ash touched one's True Source, that Source would begin to collapse- transformed into nothing more than what the ash represented.

Untold ruin. Irrevocable destruction.

The many gray ash pillars stretched in every direction, creating a stabilizing force that hindered the Dead Things' movements.

But even they weren't the true reason for the terrifying stability of this space.

Above the ash-draped man playing Senet, an illusory figure shimmered brilliantly in the skies.

An enormous figure—gray and luminous—hovered high above, and it looked exactly like the man seated in the sea below.

But this illusion… was colossal.

Larger than even ten Omniverses combined.

Compared to his true two-meter frame floating calmly on the ashen tide, the contrast was almost absurd.

And yet, the massive being projected above wasn't just a visual trick.

It was his Mythic True Signature of Existence.

So vibrant. So vastly complex.

Its eyes alone were the size of entire Omnverses, and they gazed coldly and unforgivingly at every single Dead Thing present.

The moment any of them dared to move…

That would be their death.

There would be collapse. There would be ash.

This was the terrifying True Source of Asche, and it wrapped itself around a single man.

Still focused on his board, he smiled faintly and spoke, seemingly to no one.

"Hey… I'm hearing a different tune of existence after all these millions of years. Sounds like something's coming."

…!

He spoke, but there was nobody around him!

And yet, right after…

He nodded, as though receiving a reply from someone or something only he could hear.

His head tilted toward a shifting reflection forming in the gray sea.

It showed a different Gateway Domus, one from elsewhere in the Infinite Ravines.

Multiple such reflections rippled around him- screens showing other Domus, many of them trembling, merging with one another in real time.

The man bearing the True Source of Asche gazed into them all. Then sighed.

"Take it easy on these kids. If any more doors need merging, just bring them here. And… oh?"

He paused.

One of the reflections caught his attention—the fourth door he recognized clearly.

His brows lifted.

"That's the door of the Little Singed… why did he abandon it? And you're merging it into…"

His eyes lit with sharp brilliance.

He leaned closer.

"That's…" he muttered, entranced as he watched an obsidian-gold Signature bloom above a certain Great Beyonder.

"What a pleasant surprise… another Mythic True Signature on the rise. That'll ease a few burdens."

He paused.

"But… much more will be needed if the tune I'm hearing turns out to be real. I'll need to step in just a bit more."

As he said it, his seated form began to rise slowly from the gray ash sea.

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Immediately, the Dead Things stirred.

Their auras flared. Their Dead True Sources of Existence surged outward in response.

But before they could act, the man wrapped in the True Source of Asche tapped a single finger toward one of them.

A creature shaped like a million-legged insect, its body jagged and grotesque, shrieked and flew backward in terror.

And yet…

With that one tap…

A Signature, an identity of a very profound existence flickered!

And the ash came.

A wave of swirling gray- final and unfathomable, wrapped the creature in a sea of ruin.

Even as its Dead True Source screamed in defiance, its body and being destabilized, breaking down…

Until it became ash.

Within a second, a Harmonized Sourcebound Icon Complexity-level Dead Thing was reduced to flickering dust.

…!

All other Dead Things paused mid-devouring.

They roared, not in triumph, but in dread.

And the one bearing the True Source of Asche narrowed his gaze, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"You've eaten up so much… stay behind for me."

WAA!

He had killed more Dead Things than he could remember over the eons.

And now…

He was simply adding to his tally.