Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

So long as he entered the Avalon Dimension, the conjecture could be confirmed whether he was the one!

"So long as you are able to grasp the True Sword of Avalon and command the Dimensional Rulers of this Dimension…we can affirm that the one who shall possibly stop the advancement into Cataclysm has finally appeared."

The True Sword of Avalon!

Ezekiel grasped the purple sword he held within his hands as if it held great weight and responsibility, this sword being merely one of the many imitations that those of his Bloodline could wield.

But it was just that.

An imitation!

Noah gazed at this Prince of the Avalon Dimension closely as he read the waves of destiny, going on to ask about something this being had mentioned multiple times now.

"The Cataclysm?"

Mass Destruction.

Apocalypse.

What could possibly be calling for such a foreboding thing at this time?!

The gaze of Ezekiel hardened at these words as he grasped his sword tightly before he continued.

"The actions of the past True Emperor gave way to many possibilities, but the actions still remain an impossibility. Even though the splitting of the Main Reality was achieved in the end…it was still something against nature as if it cannot be rectified, there only lies the path of destruction."

WAA!

"The constant propagation of Realities is not feasible. The Essence of Reality cannot sustain it…as even the rate of destruction of Realities by Primordial Beasts to return the core essence back to the Main Reality is not keeping up."

…!

dangerous words as his identity as a Primordial could be brought into question when he mentioned the destruction of Realities by Primordial Beasts as

domains now continue to expand endlessly, constantly draining the core essence of these Dimensions as when they are stretched out thin enough…there will only

BOOOM!

Apocalypse.

now…it

"...."

weaving of destiny surged as

the form of a massive Preponderant Irminsul glowed with astonishing

"Lavalliere."

but knew many things as mountains of Loot

Then, she spoke.

WAA!

Natural

down

swirled in

HOOONG!

destiny resounded

as it showed many paths, with two of them shining with utmost glory as it was all up

all of them into his Infinite Reality and also assimilate the vast Realities and the Main Reality…it was

as he could leave behind the Desolate Mausoleum and its 9 Anchors that bound it down, heading to paths unknown as this path was fairly easy

knowledge that OPPENHEIMER…was not even in these vast Realities

"..."

and glanced at the

the expansion of resources and

upon questions,

"I see."