With tears streaming from his eyes, Bob became transfused onto the black Wheel of Existence.
The Dead Absolute Complex True Source!
He sensed the terrifying complexity radiating from all around the bindings of the crimson prison. Apart from this True Source, he felt the stellar obsidian-black True Source that could revert existence, and now, a third True Source that displayed billions of golden runes.
"With every passing second, you grow stronger and stronger. A new True Source seems to bud from you as easily as breathing. My fate... is likely to face imprisonment and the gradual breakdown of my Existence with your increasing complexity. So let me take myself out of the equation."
…!
Bob uttered these words as Noah moved even faster.
All of his True Sources held Average Complexity, with only his Purity surging at the Moderate level!
