Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

"Even back then, I understood that everything had a cycle. What we began would eventually run its course and come to an end…and so I left the signature of my eye in the expanse of space and time to find anyone who would be seeking for a different path. To be able to shed the light on whatever they seek as they can at least accomplish what I failed to do here. To find another path that is far different from what we chose."

…!

The First True Emperor of the Age of Genesis had an ethereal expression when he spoke of this, his eyes that were as bright and as forceful as a Singularity continuing to gaze out at the stellar plans before them!

Yet towards his question…Noah floated right in front of this being and stared at him straight on, his gaze feeling like he was staring at an unfathomable black hole as he replied grandly.

"How cowardly."

WAA!

"You aid in the suppression of the Desolate Mausoleum in a path you do not agree with, and you preside over the True Throne of the First Age without undertaking any changes…only to leave behind your signature so that someone else down the line would fix your mistakes for you? Whatever the construct I am talking to now…what about its main body? Where are you now in the midst of all this?"

Noah's grandiosity didn't hold back even while standing before the construct of a True Emperor- an existence with such majesty and pressure that the souls of lesser Nature Integration existences would have shattered from just gazing at his eyes!

At Noah's words, the gaze of this being stopped staring and the expanse and focused on Noah's figure.

BZZZT!

trembled, but he gazed on at the Ancestor that had presided over the True Throne of the First Age as this being's

have evolved to the state I have seen while fusing with your eyes and I have yet to appear…then I do hope it is because I am dead. Because if I do not act when the path we chose moved from suppression to destruction, I truly do not deserve

…!

Will of

none who wanted to preserve the Desolate Mausoleum and the 9 Dimensions? Were all of them so cohesive

spoke, the visage of the First True Emperor waved its hands beside it as in the incandescent skies

grandiosity that it felt blinding

the suppression of the Desolate. As what we did entirely went against Nature, accomplishing it was a nearly impossible task as after sacrificing

The different Eras.

cycles of Ages that

of an Age…was a way to rectify nature and leave a sense of balance- giving Reality a way to overcome its suppression as if the True Emperors of at least 9 Ages utilized their authority for a single purpose, the suppression of the Desolate Mausoleum would be lifted. The choosing of a True Emperor would be overseen passively by Reality itself as when a certain existence exemplified the Extreme of an Age and accumulated sufficient authority in the bounds of Reality, they would attain the True Throne. It was an idea, and it was also a chance for salvation for the Desolate Mausoleum. As the First True Emperor, I was too bound and weak by newly rising ideals

The tone was somber.

this being as the blinding throne of light floating afar seemed to be coming ever

Extreme of Destiny, a True

HUUM!