BOOM! The moment after Melodrass decimated all of Noah's flames and bodies, his figure cut across the very weavings of Frequencies of the Wheel as he crossed from Prime to True. From Flames to Singed! Terrific flames sought to attack and stop his advancement, but he broke through them without much of a challenge as in less than a nanosecond… His figure tore across all veils and barriers to instantly appear in the True Frequency of the Singed! But when he arrived here… HUUM! Hundreds more of Noah's bodies stood waiting as they all shook their heads simultaneously with heavy interest and admonishment. Melodrass' eyes became unfathomably bright with death, and before he could strike another chord… "Have you already reached it, or are you close to it? The distant stage of the Primarch of Complexity?" …! All of the Noahs spoke out at once, and the question caused Melodrass to pause. Primarch of Complexity. Primarch of Purity. Primarch. The fantastical and unfathomable weavings after one settled into and traversed the impossibly long path of a Resplendent Monad or Converged Architect. Noah asked such a question as the 9th Mawbearer, Melodrass, shook his head, his voice echoing out even though he did not open his mouth. "Had I attained the wonders of a Primarch, I would have captured everything about you and your being the moment I arrived here. No, I am just…close to it. I have been close to it for a long time, but it seems ever elusive. But forget that. Are you…perhaps buying time? I wonder what for?" …! Melodrass caught on, his terrifying complexity not something Noah could withstand, but Noah's unique nature and capability made it so that Melodrass also could not easily get a hold of him! And Noah gave a light nod, as in the next moment, everything began to shake and tumble. "I was buying time, and it seems more than sufficient right now." …! Melodrass' eyes became chilly as he looked out, his deathly eyes seeing unfathomably far as he was initially surprised, then shook his head. "The Wheel attempts another Transformation when its very weavings already smell of previous Breakings? When a Wheel of Existence fails its first Transformation, all it has left are Breakings. Breakings until no more can be handled. That is why the Nullvein Gravewake Folds are filled with Dead Weavings of Existence. With Dead Wheels of Existence. This one will simply join all the others." WAA! The Nullvein Gravewake Folds were filled with weavings of endless death. Dead Wheels of Existence filled it with terrifying abundance. Melodrass spoke as if he had seen such things himself. And while looking at this being who was unfathomably close to becoming a Primarch of Complexity, Noah gave a light nod. "It may as well be worthless, but what is there to lose for the Wheel? If it succeeds, unfathomable wonder. If it fails…" "You know it will fail. That is why all these Frequencies are empty. What do you even hope to accomplish with that? After this Wheel breaks, your weavings will also be bound by us—my Senior, the 6th Mawbearer of the Hollow Concord of Nullity, will be here soon. He…is a Primarch already, and your fate will already be sealed." Terrifying words echoed from this entity as plentiful instruments appeared around him at this moment, Noah gazing at him with immensity as, in the next moment… HUUM! His many bodies shook with brilliance as… |The True Source of Infinity has bloomed with interminable glory.| …! A fantastical blue echoed out. Gloriously bright. Unfathomably cerulean! |The threshold of your Complexity and Purity is currently just sufficient enough to allow for a second True Source to be Amalgamated into your Living Wheel.| His weavings of existence continued to climb up and expand in an intricate and unfathomable manner. Inside of him, a dazzling Living Wheel spun. At its very center, brilliance unfolded, as another True Source sought to be paradoxically amalgamated into his being—and at the same time not! That was what his state of existence currently was. A paradox. So even though the 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo told him that his fate would soon be sealed…his weavings told him otherwise. And the brilliance of Infinity filled him. Even before it became a Living True Source, he felt his very being swell with transcendency and wonder—as if something that truly fit him had bloomed with unfathomable brilliance at this time. Infinity. His mana was infinite. And he wanted his path to also be infinite. And at this moment, he attained the True Source of Infinity—what did it truly mean to have something at the level of a True Source? His gaze filled with endless blue seas of brilliance as he turned toward the singular dead figure of Melodrass and asked lightly. "Do you know what I have come to understand as the definition of a True Source as I begin to dabble within them?" He asked a terrifying question that even caused the figure of the 9th Mawbearer of the Dissonant Echo to pause. As he began to dabble with True Sources. Such a sentence could only mean that he had only just recently begun to touch upon the weavings of True Sources. It was dreadful to imagine given the level of power he currently wielded as Melodrass was forced to listen. And as Noah became surrounded by ever-increasing seas of endless blue across the few hundred bodies presenting themselves all around the True Frequency of the Singed…he spoke as if experiencing an epiphany. "I am coming to the basic understanding that the Complexity of someone is how multifaceted their being has become, and Purity…is how closely aligned they are with their True Source's original nature…without dilution, without sacrificing anything." WAA! "So…what happens if I have a True Source that is so unbelievably aligned to me compared to anybody else?" …! His alignment. What he stood for. Since he first awakened, he held infinite mana. Since then, many things had changed, but that quality of infinity…had always remained the same. An aurora of blue covered all of his bodies. And they all spoke out in sequence. "Infinite…Bloom." HUUM! Endless blue seas bloomed all around. Unimaginably glorious and vast, sparkling with stellar cerulean luster. The moment they bloomed, Melodrass frowned, his mouth slightly opening as a glimpse of his Mythic True Signature began to rise once more. But the moment it did… His eyes widened in astonishment. Because he felt the weavings of his True Source- his Dead True Source of Sonumortis Requiem- buzz and begin to be used up rapidly, his weavings uncontrollably causing the emergence of hundreds of his Mythic True Signatures at once! Hundreds...and they were quickly heading toward Infinity. Something he did not have. "Hmph!" He let out a loud harrumph as he erupted with terrifying complexity- his singular Mythic True Signature being retracted as the blooming hundreds also receded. …! And he looked toward Noah and the boundless sea of blue all around him, sternly. "Infinity…you hold multiple True Sources, and each seems to be one that you do not commonly see across Existence. If I were of the same complexity as you, you may have drained me of my own weavings with my own hands just now." Melodrass spoke calmly as the terrifying capability of Infinity- even before it was fully amalgamated—was unveiled. Infinite Bloom. Any time an enemy cast any capability or exertion of their True Source while this was cast, they had to do so…infinitely. It was terrifying—as those who did not have infinite weavings would find themselves drained of their own weavings soon after. And yet even this, Melodrass had escaped freely!