Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

The winds of change.

The coming of something utterly fantastical and inevitable that when it neared…some beings could instinctively feel it!

As a tyrannical existence took great strides forward with unbelievable speed, the ushering of something new could be felt within the minds of all those powerful enough.

Within the vast stretches of the Boundary Between Realities.

A man floated in this void of Reality as he grasped the hilt of a sword in front, the sharp sword point pointing down as it caused a line of a rupture across the fabric of Reality extending downwards for many light-years!

It was the grand visage of Theseus who caused the other Ancestral Descendants to gaze at him with respect and even a hint of veneration!

It was the renowned existence with great accomplishments in the Boundary of the Sword!

Behind him, a small Legion holding swords similar to his floated in a profound formation as they waded across the Desolate Mausoleum.

At this moment, the pupils of Theseus illuminated with a golden sword light that caused his eyes to squint while gazing at the far reaches of space- seeking something he didn't know of!

But the sword light shining gold in his eyes showed him something akin to what Providence or Destiny would show an existence who was extremely proficient in such concepts.

This was because when one reached a sufficient stage in Boundary Expansion, a concept would not be limited to a category of merely offensive or defensive!

geniuses like Theseus who could attain such a stage with the few billion years he

the winds of change. But he wasn't the only

as his gaze seemed to contain countless hidden truths, a pondering expression

of the

great change occurring, his True Authority of Fate burning

Dimension, a shocking battle was blooming as

of them felt that something significant was occurring as they had to move

Gourmandizing

their Master- the Realm he was on the cusp of attaining being something closely linked

there were 9 Dimensions that the Gourmandizing Dimensional Reality sought to devour

see what authority was in store when the Origin of its

of Nature

during this juncture as not just Noah's main body, but even his Clones momentarily stopped their activities as Eowyn, Barbatos, the Seeker of Knowledge, Guinevere, and all others in the Dimensional Empyral Domain of Nature looked towards Noah and the oppressive pressure he released with a hint

light, the Eighth cerulean band that was recently finished shining with utmost incandescence as a golden band was currently in

the foundations of 9 stacked Dimensional Layers that had golden pillars of Ascendancy

Decuplicated Crimson Dimensional Reality Panaceas while

100,000 Obsidian Dimensional Reality Panaceas each, this number was being curved upwards as he…may not truly need to wait until the next cycle of the Infinite Forge to achieve completion of this

achieved it would come the question of…exactly

the methodology that others had designed, but his path was a unique one as there were infinite possibilities as to what he could

possibilities, and more surged within Noah's mind as while the Elysium Dimensional Layer began its formation, he allowed the prompts of the accomplishment of the Eighth Dimensional Layer to descend