Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Across the vast space, on the 7th Celestial Star, an emergency meeting was underway as powerful figures gathered around a golden hall overflowing with splendor. The figures were shockingly known as Celestial Grandmasters, beings of a ridiculous level of power that even a single one would hold a tremendous sway wherever they appeared.

They were seated on extravagant seats as they surrounded a slowly revolving illusory circle that seemed to portray a great deal of information only to them, their eyes occasionally shining with streaks of gold as they nodded their heads every now and then. After a while, one of the Celestial Grandmasters spoke, addressing everyone in the golden hall.

"As you all can see, even while moving to the greatest possible extent, the progression of events is still set, with the rise of this new Infernal Lord that will disrupt the balance we have worked hard to create on the horizon."

The words were calm and yet somber, many of the Celestial Grandmaster's turning to observe him as one of them nodded and spoke.

"Even though you took care of the Aberration in the First Hell, the cowards moving behind the scene could have brought about a new Aberration in any of the other Hells, allowing for things to move in this direction. But...it matters not."

Words filled with confidence erupted in the hall as the many figures dressed in a variety of different colored robes nodded. This was because they knew their own power, and how they were able to obtain the position they held now. They had tremendous confidence that even with enemies moving behind the scene...they would not be able to do anything major to them, and they will all be crushed utterly and completely, just like what they had done in the past.

"But...we have become too entrenched in fate over this last millennium, making it extremely difficult for us to actively steer it lately."

A Grandmaster with an exemplary goatee spoke as he turned to look at the Grandmaster that Noah had come across not too long ago.

"What do you propose, Vredral?"

figures in the golden hall turned towards the Grandmaster known

rise, we must foster the rise of our own champion that is not yet too affected by fate to

OOONG!

slowly in the golden hall they were in trembled at these words, smiling looks appearing on the faces of the Grandmasters as the one with the exemplary

is not too keen on that idea. So...we shall go through with it! How is the progress with

Disciple from the 7th Celestial

Lines, being able to withstand against an Aberration that was ready to break through into the peak of rank 4(Soul Forging Realm/Soul Rank)

being that was building up power that went past the Void Realm, but she withstood it and with the help of Incarnations and one well timed strike by a being that would soon join them as

accelerate her progression and allow her to take in even more Fate Lines

a few other Disciples across the other Celestial Stars who come close to her

agreement spread out as

generation of disciples. Athena should be able to advance

some time to get everything ready, but it shouldn't be a problem. Vredral, we will leave her guidance to you

hall soon erupted into

this day. It soon became a cacophony of strong auras as the discussions continued, the tide of fate still flowing as

Realm of Hell, the overpopulating Infernals continued to be reduced at an unbelievable rate as numerous powerful figures paved their way across the First Hell. At the forefront was a terrible Lich Emperor who released deathly energies and commanded an Undead Legion with numerous

protecting an assortment of humans, demons, and beasts as they went on to rapidly increase their power over the

Spiritual Land floating in the skies of this Infernal Realm, Kazuhiko and company being able to return into this resplendent floating landmass that was overflowing with essence to recuperate from