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!

she had received before that made her

the Fundamental Natural Law of Providence as things like Destiny, Fortune, Karma,

were the words she had said to Guinevere back

into the lake, Morgana spending the next thousand years sitting on the same serene waters of this lake as

it, and she memorized the curvature and shape of even the stone it was bound to. So when the existence she

well, the unfathomable being who had traversed across Insula Avallonis coming close to it as she was forced to

the sequence of events, the foreboding feeling in her heart couldn't

she dreamed of and strove to attain for years...would she really be forced to watch

Dual Pupils trembled as with a heavy heart, she watched the powerful right hand of the devilishly handsome

pressure on her head stopped as her hair was released, Guinevere releasing her and giving her the choice to continue watching or not as at this juncture, she had

as he arrived before the Sword

him as it surged into his body and caused him to enter the most optimal state- his hand going towards the hilt of the Sword

was a scene she had seen a few

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

that Noah wanted to manipulate to achieve an astonishing

WA! WA! WA!

symphony of glory and valor

hilt of an exquisite concept- an exquisite Relic that contained within it the authority of a

SHIING!

a luminous glass of

force or pull, and

they had all failed, so how was

through it, he

the representative of his Avalon Dimensional Reality as this was