Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

Odessos, the Grave of the Great Beyonder.

Inside the Heart of Misery.

In an area that shone with a radiant crimson brilliance, with the surroundings feeling like the interior of a pulsating artery or vein of something that was alive and well.

The lining of the surroundings was sleek and oddly slippery, but there was one central area that had budding rose petals on the floor. On these budding rose petals, two unique Outerversal Morphons could be seen.

The skin of the larger one shone with a deep stellar crimson hue as if she were carved from another part of the Megalos Beyond, her form being a cluster of pulsing tentacles that formed into two masses of circles connected by a singularity in between, while the skin of the smaller one shone with the exact glow of the obsidian stellar brilliance of the Megalos Beyond as she at times would nearly meld with the surroundings.

It was only due to the two blinding white singularities that represented her eyes on her head that one could make out her outline.

She held limbs and a form leaning more towards humanoid in nature, much of it covered with an obsidian garment as nothing within could be seen. But there were two tentacles sprouting from the top of her head and cascading past her shoulders that gave her a unique distinction.

The older entity spoke out with her intent as in her own way, she seemed to be gazing at the younger Outerversal Morphon with care.

|Out of all those born across the past cycles, you have the greatest purity and likeness to the Great Beyonder. Your purpose. Your weavings. The connection of your Physiology to the Megalos Beyond itself…all of it points to a greater purpose that I have been telling you to be ready for this whole time.|

And the Outerversal Morphon with the likeness of a humanoid form blinked with her singularities while nodding respectfully.

|Yes, Great Mother.|

The singularities lit up her face as even though she held no nose or mouth, her beauty was unfathomable to one's eyes.

|Mmm, that time may be coming. Whispers of a Sign have begun to spread as along with them…the Observer of Old and Young is making his way here. There are no coincidences. Watch carefully, and if you feel anything, let me know, O Aspasia.|

Aspasia.

This unique entity nodded her head as moments later, an area far ahead of them twisted before an opening was made on the sleek surface- the smooth muscular lining retracting as the figures of Outerversal Morphon Phulax, Tabatha, a Young Light Morphon, and Ozymandias made their entry while led by a native Outerversal Morphon of this Grave of the Great Beyonder!

As soon as he did his task of bringing them where they should be, this Morphon bowed while leaving. The Observer of Old and Young went forward freely with his hands behind his back, still in the form of an old man as he nodded towards the older Outerversal Morphon who took on the form of two circles connected by a singularity- almost adopting an infinity symbol!

"It has been some time, Great Mother." As he spoke, Phulax gave a quizzical gaze towards the visage of Aspasia beside this being.

|Far too long, Great Phulax. What brings you to our little Abode?|

What could make the Great Phulax move? Was it as she expected? Was it due to…

"I moved because of whispers. Because of the appearance of the one who can bind Existence instantly the moment they begin Alieia."

WAA!

Words that caused the Great Mother to tremble were uttered out as her tentacles expanded and contracted, a fervent light flashing on her as she asked.

|These whispers…have you seen the one in question yourself? Do you know where-|

…!

Her intent came to a stop as the Observer of Old and Young raised his hand and pointed towards the brilliant stellar visage of Ozymandias.

"I've brought the one in question to you. I figured the devout followers of the Great Beyonder may be able to confirm things and shed some clarity more than anyone else."

|...|

The Great Mother was covered with a grander fervent light as she instantly warped to appear before Ozymandias.

His stellar brilliance.

The purple blue radiance on some parts of his skin, the crimson black stellar hue on others. His white singularities for eyes. The more she looked at him, the more mysterious he seemed as even with the profound pressure the Great Mother emanated, the singularities of this being didn't even flicker!

There wasn't even an ounce of fear.

'Could it truly be?'

Her many tentacles pulsed.

|Hello, Young One. Can you…show me?|

She voiced out towards Ozymandias.

Ozymandias who looked at this being and all the other Outerversal Morphon he came across as he continued to compile more data and information that would soon make an omniversal quantification of power more complete!

He could feel her expectations.

Her belief on something she had held onto for who knew how many cycles.

He had no problem playing on this misunderstanding!

With a light nod, his white singularities blinked and closed momentarily as behind him, nine Halos of tentacles flashed and began to swirl.

Within their very center…hundreds of threads of tentacles began to form.

Tentacles turned into fine threads as to the ever increasing shock of those watching, Ozymandias cast these hundreds of threads behind him- these threads crossing the sleek surface below them as if it didn't even exist and stretched down far towards the Megalos Beyond!

It was an astonishing scene as commonly, a single 'fishing line' would be cast before an Outerversal Morphon bound a Delegatus- with some even failing, while most took a long span of time.

But Ozymandias released hundreds of fine tentacles all at once.

And not even a moment after they were cast…

HUUUM!

They began to glow with a glorious purple blue glow one after another- night simultaneously as of the few hundred strings, not a single one was dull!

|Ah…!!!|

The visage of the Great Mother stumbled backwards in utter shock and elation!

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