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!

the moment this being spoken out, his ancient eyes gazing up at the invisible golden sea that only he could observe as his body began to undulate with terrifying waves

made of Primordial Essence disappeared as with a flash, Hyperion was gone from the boundary of the Primordial Sea that negated nearly all damage as he appeared right in front of the Tyrant still sitting calmly on the

"..."

single Primordial Eye of the Kaiser alone was larger than even the throne that this existence sat on, and yet he wasn't flustered in

size of his mere eye on his throne

as even then…he could not glean anything about him. But the subject matter was something close to his heart…so Hyperion put aside his

exactly would you have found

WAA!

yet the Tyrant upon his throne replied

really

or a Dao, or even an Edict- did any of it matter after he had arrived at this point?

Primordial Epitaph. The question had to be asked as the most

…!

a champion, how could they even dream of obtaining even the structure of the core that lay behind a System? Even though Hyperion had failed in too many attempts to achieve what he wanted,

the human he had gained slight interest in within the Primordial Empire smiled mischievously as

some existences, I am not bound and confined within