Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Failure.

It was something Hyperion was very much used to over his millions of years of life!

When he first woke as a fledgling Primordial Beast and was pushed around those older within the Primordial Sea. When trying to devour his first Cosmos as another Grand Primordial Beast commanded him to step back as he watched what he found first be taken away. Failing in the fusion of Daos and Laws when he first put his attention towards Edicts…

There were many failures throughout his life as his latest one was the inability to do what Primordials could!

The inability to forge a Primordial Epitaph that they could design with ease and implement to multiple existences across different Realities.

For millions of years, he had struggled as even after he amassed large reserves of the Essence of Reality- he was still just in the process of experimenting as he used the soul of a slightly special existence within this Reality to see if he could etch his very own Primordial Epitaph with his own concepts for a System. And even now…he was unsuccessful. Yet at this moment…

"Do you know anyone that would be in need of a Primordial Epitaph by any chance?"

…!

A single human sat cooly within a glorious Throne as he voiced out such a question! A question that stood at the root of his latest failure as it was something that was one of the only sore spots this Cosmic Primordial Beast had! It wasn't even truly a question as Hyperion's mind moved quickly with him realizing many things, one of the first being that he had sorely underestimated this being before his eyes as he knew something as crucial as him looking for anyways possible to forge a Primordial Epitaph!

Even at this moment as his eyes stared at him filled with confidence, he wanted to group him along the lines of an existence like Aegon whose own arrogance and belief in his strength would be his ultimate undoing.

Hyperion could not do

THRUM!

his ancient eyes gazing up at the invisible golden sea that only he could observe as his body began to undulate with terrifying waves of

Primordial Sea that negated nearly all damage as

"..."

single Primordial Eye of the Kaiser alone was larger than even the throne that this existence sat on, and yet

Draconic-Elephantine body shone with utter titanous majesty, and yet the being the size of his mere eye on his throne continued to

anything about him.

would you have found out

WAA!

the Tyrant upon his throne replied back with a collected voice as

really matter

Edict- did any of it matter after he had arrived at this point? To Hyperion, the answer was

no Champion, and yet you seek someone in need of a Primordial Epitaph. The question had to be asked as the most important one now is how

…!

structure of the core that lay behind a System? Even though Hyperion had failed in too many attempts to achieve what he wanted, he would not get roused up by the mere words of another existence lesser than him until what he saw had actual logic and feasibility into

he had gained slight interest in within

unlike some existences, I am not bound and confined within my Reality for as long as I