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?"

the Grandmaster known as

we must foster the rise of our own champion that is not yet too affected by fate to make sure our edge over this

OOONG!

these words, smiling looks appearing on the faces of the Grandmasters as the one with the exemplary goatee

like Fate is not too keen on that idea. So...we shall go through with it! How is the progress with our little War

Disciple from the 7th Celestial Star was

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

the Realm of the First Hell recently, where a valiant Athena had stood against a 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

take in even more Fate Lines rapidly, she will be one of our weapons for

few other Disciples across the other Celestial Stars who come close to her talent, but

out

prepare to open up the Celestial Realm once more for this generation of disciples. Athena should be

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

once more as the golden hall soon erupted into other discussions about a multitude of issues at

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

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

and beasts as they went on to rapidly increase

to return into this resplendent floating landmass that was overflowing