A Wheel of Existence fractured and tore as it underwent a shocking apocalypse.
Noah, across countless bodies scattered through the Wheel, witnessed the unraveling in real time.
In one region, he observed it beside Ruination and the Infiniverse, their weavings isolated and protected, untouched by the transforming tide of death.
Another of his bodies stood anchored within the True Frequency of the Singed, locked in a dimensional snare layered with Existential Dimensional Lattices.
It was terrifying.
This weaving of existence didn't resemble a Wild True Source or a typical domain. It pulsed as a constantly shifting, ever-changing sequence of existence, a structure that followed its own intricate logic, woven with a terrifying level of complexity.
None of his current True Sources- at least, not in their present forms, could pierce or unravel this prison.
But Noah wasn't like others.
He didn't just wield True Sources.
