Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

To defend her home.

This was all that Morgana cared for and what she strove to do for billions of years.

She cared not for the purpose and crusade that were passed down to her from her predecessor about the Desolate Mausoleum. All she wanted was to protect the place she had known all her life and came to love!

One of the biggest things to allow one to do this was none other than the Sword of Avalon.

Since she first heard the legend of this Sword, she had aspirations for it.

Then she grew powerful enough to even trek across Insula Avallonis to try and pull this sword, but she was exposed to the terrifying reality of this sword never budging an inch!

To her, this was akin to being told she was not worthy.

So she redoubled her efforts.

She went to the war fronts and areas of most conflict as she pushed back against the forces of Primordials and Dimensional Hellion Rulers.

She did this for countless years until she even attained the title of a Dimensional Ruler!

The moment she did so, she had returned to Insula Avallonis again as she grasped the hilt of the Sword of Avalon and pulled.

And yet...the result was the same.

She tried to seek guidance and understanding from the protector of the Sword of Avalon, but she could remember the cold words of Guinevere even then.

WAA!

answer that she had received before

Natural Law of Providence as things like Destiny, Fortune,

words she had said

shaken her head and sunk back into the lake, Morgana spending the next thousand years sitting on the same serene waters of this

inscriptions on it, and she memorized the curvature and shape of even the stone it was bound to. So when the existence she looked up to struck her,

this same existence raised her head towards the Sword in Stone that she knew all too well, the unfathomable being who

this action, she was greatly hurt as based on the sequence of

for years...would she really be forced to watch as someone else

she watched the powerful right hand of the

to continue watching or not as at this juncture,

steady as he arrived before the Sword in

was nourishment for him as it surged into his body and caused him to

was a scene she had seen a

held no chance of succeeding...but there was a level of intricacy to it

that Noah wanted to manipulate to achieve an

WA! WA! WA!

symphony of glory and

grasp the hilt of an exquisite concept- an exquisite

SHIING!

moment his hand came in contact, a luminous glass of light erupted out as

exert any force or

had made this journey as they had all

born of Avalon Essence as through it, he had transformed a Clone into a Body that could

the representative of his Avalon Dimensional Reality as