Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

The two Blessed close to Young Master Andrews saw the palpating rage in his eyes as they sighed in their hearts while looking over at the scene of the veiled Imperial Princess talking with a nobody. They shook their heads as they thought in their minds,

'This kid really has a death wish!'

To be so nonchalantly talking with someone like the Imperial Princess, the two Blessed already said their prayers for this being as they tried to assuage the anger of the Young Master they moved with!

"We will gather more information about him as we ask the Covert Guard that should have taken his life what happened, Young Master…"

The Young Master's rage only continued to grow higher as he looked at the scene of the calm expression on the face of the Blessed as he talked to the Imperial Princess, numerous thoughts and commands coming from him as he began to utilize his position to find out all there was to know about this kid with a death wish- the Blessed known as Alexander King!

Meanwhile, Noah sighed as he looked around them at the peering gazes of many beings as he came out of his meditative position and spoke.

"It seems like you're bringing me trouble, your Imperialness."

A metaphorical vein seemed to pop in one of the Guardsmaids as she spoke in annoyance.

"It's Your Highness, Your Highness."

Maya gave Noah the proper term as he nodded with a smile towards them while starting to move away to spend the remaining few hours of the Trial in peace, the sonorous voice of the veiled Princess ringing out still.

"What is your name?"

filled with interest as the Imperial Princess realized the situation where this being was seen with her with the eyes of many Blessed

"King, Alexander King."

RUMBLE!

left behind the tendrils of Aether as he stepped away from this meeting, the Imperial Princess repeating this name in her mouth with interest as she laughed and also

clouds of Aether as the other Blessed also moved away, Young Master Andrews giving the direction that Noah

the courage to go up to her, nobody

the beings he could control outside the Aether Carnage

to intercept the trash known as

was talking to that being, but he did not

a Blessed proficient in assassination was prepared for

their essence ran dry, only those with uniquely powerful Traits or those that had dipped into comprehending laws being

and so did Law Masters in their own regions. But if there existed Blessed who held a powerful Trait and also had the profession of a Law

have Traits to grant them enough stamina to hold on in dangerous environments, or those who could not react to the unpredictability in the ever-changing and random environments

few hundred that entered, less than half had managed to stay until the very end

RUMBLE!

the 24 hours, his figure being sent out of the

"Haha, we made it!"

I tell you I

from all around as around 200 Blessed were left in the Imperial Thunderdome, those that had been teleported out of the