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!

things became possible as geniuses like Theseus who could attain such a stage with

of change. But

Mausoleum, the visage of The Quantum Emperor floated alone as his gaze seemed to contain countless hidden truths, a pondering expression on his face as he

folds of the Elysium

felt a pulse echo out across the Dimension in addition to the feeling of great change occurring, his True Authority of Fate burning with golden grandeur as he tried to see the

battle was blooming as its participants also

occurring as they had to move even faster

Gourmandizing

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

were 9 Dimensions that the Gourmandizing Dimensional Reality sought to devour and layer them

Reality itself expectantly waited to see what authority was in store when the Origin of its Master had all of

will focused on the Dimensional Empyral Domain of Nature where

paused 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

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

his very body had the foundations of

was utterly glorious to observe as from his Expansive Space, Noah absorbed the Decuplicated Crimson

this number was being curved

achieved it would come

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

Noah's mind as while the Elysium Dimensional Layer began its formation, he allowed the