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.

was me and my party that initially stepped out of the Barren Lands and found the entry into the Havens of 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 Domains of the

…!

he finished talking, the True Emperor of

the Lands you all had

and waved his hands, causing an illusory scene to appear that showed dozens of points of light

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

"..."

as the Elder Ancestors behind him had worried looks, none of them knowing what Emperor Maximilian was going to say next as nothing

of their Apex

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

sacrariums of the Ancestral Lernaeans were shown stretched out across the Haven

it. How to take care of a being that is supposedly weaker than 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 rising up in arms and

BOOM!

the punishment for it. It matters not. What

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

his conjured

HUM!

as it was

authority afforded only to the Interim Aeonic Lernaean Lineage Emperor as he