As he performed these impossible feats, a profound realization dawned on him.
He felt his own Complexity and Purity being burned as fuel, yes, but behind that, an endless, inexhaustible ocean was instantly refilling what was lost.
His Infinite Mana. It was acting as a perpetual motion engine for his new Artifice. He could do this forever!
And more. He didn't even have to use his own ambient power. The trillions he had already poured into his Heart, the very Everything of Size he had sacrificed to it…that was now a self-contained, self-regenerating battery.
He could draw on the Heart alone, leaving his own vast reserves untouched.
His gaze swept the battlefield and found a new target. A cluster of Dead Existences that looked like colossal, bony worms, their skeletal forms burrowing through the fabric of space itself.
There were six of them, their complexities ranging from 100 Trillion to a monstrous 700 Trillion!
The Crucible of Quintessence.
