Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Emperor Maximilian locked gazes with the True Emperor of Quintessence, these two beings saying nothing between them as Maximilian came ever closer.

When he was a few meters away from the dreamy gold throne, the Emperor atop it waves his hands to cause the rise of another makeshift throne to appear opposite to him, Maximilian waving his hands behind the procession behind him as all others came to a stop while he proceeded forward.

He looked at the sandy gold throne conjured for him as he actually sighed while sitting down, gazing up to see the visage of Elder Ancestor Ophelia beside the True Emperor of Quintessence before he settled back on this being.

Two Emperors sat before each other as an air of shocking regality wrapped around them, those around feeling a stifling pressure as after these two stared at each other for a few seconds, Emperor Maximilian was the one to speak as his golden strands of hair shone with austere light.

"I apologize."

BOOM!

His first words caused the Elder Ancestors who came with him to be shaken as they gazed forward with incredulity, but Maximilian only continued with a calm expression as he stared towards the True Emperor of Quintessence!

"It was under my watch that the final verdict was given to the Barren Lands. All responsibility lies with me."

WAA!

His eyes were deep and with immense knowledge as he spoke, yet they were also unreadable as one couldn't easily ascertain just what he was thinking!

His words caused the True Emperor of Quintessence to raise his brows while he continued.

Extremity, and everything that has occurred after that is history. And now, we are at an even more vital juncture of history where after all the mistakes and choices made over the years, even grander ones have to be made. So let me officially introduce myself as one of those who makes these choices…I am Maximilian, born from the Halcyon Singularity

…!

were breathless after he finished talking, the True Emperor of Quintessence nodding at this moment as he

Last True Emperor of the Lands you all had forsaken, the True Emperor of

a smile and waved his hands, causing an illusory scene to appear that showed dozens

domains under the Ancestral Lernaeans stretched out across the Haven of Dissolution. Some were strategically found around unique Planes of Existence like this Abecedarian Sacrarium, and others were built atop reserves of unique metalloids used to make our Automatons and Vessels among other things. This…is what represents

"..."

here as the Elder Ancestors behind him had worried looks, none of them knowing what

support of their Apex Aeonic

of their power…so why exactly was he speaking like this right

at this juncture where all the sacrariums of the Ancestral Lernaeans

our strongest forces, and yet we also want the things he has. The mere mention of your demand of taking the reins of the Ancestral Lernaean Lineage has others

BOOM!

the Barren Lands, I can take on all the punishment for it. It matters not. What does matter…are all these Sacrariums stretched out across this Haven. The quintillions of beings within them. Their hopes and dreams.

Sacrariums he had conjured up as his words caused the Elder Ancestors

his

HUM!

crimson air rose as it

the Interim Aeonic Lernaean Lineage Emperor as he could actually suppress the Bloodline of those he