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!

such a stage with the few billion

felt the winds of change.

his gaze seemed to contain

folds of the Elysium

out across the Dimension in addition to the feeling of great change occurring, his True Authority of Fate burning with

Niflheim Dimension, a shocking battle was blooming as its participants also felt

was occurring as they had to move even faster since

the Gourmandizing

of Realities and Dimensions was currently pulsing with grandiosity as they resonated with their Master- the Realm he was on the cusp of attaining being something closely linked to

his Origin, and there were 9 Dimensions that the Gourmandizing Dimensional Reality sought to devour

separate as even the Gourmandizing Dimensional Reality itself expectantly waited to see what authority was in

Nature where the visage of Noah's body

main body, but even his Clones momentarily stopped their activities as Eowyn, Barbatos, the Seeker of Knowledge, Guinevere, and all

bands of light, the Eighth cerulean band that was recently finished shining with utmost

it seemed like his very body had the foundations of 9 stacked Dimensional Layers

to observe as from his Expansive Space, Noah absorbed the Decuplicated Crimson Dimensional Reality Panaceas while still observing the terrifying effect of an overly strong Aeonic

should have been granting the same effect as 100,000 Obsidian Dimensional Reality Panaceas each, this number was

it would come the question of…exactly where he took

was walking on a path he forged himself as he could rely on the methodology that others had designed, but

Layer began its formation, he allowed the prompts of the accomplishment of the Eighth