Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

"This is truly interesting. I do not see you as an existence who wouldn't grasp how inescapable an Oath of Extremity is...so for you to offer up such a proposal is truly preposterous. But...as you and I both know, I have nothing to forfeit on either of the presented paths!"

Silas' eyes were sharp as he turned jovial at this development and continued.

"Very well. The Lernaean Lineage and domains you shall have. The glimpse of the Armament of Extremity in a few days...I can do as well. For procuring the Extremity Panaceas for the Shadowlings of the Cult of Endless Shadows, 81 Golden Extremity Panaceas will be enough, no need for Obsidian or the unobtainable Crimson Extremity Panaceas- and this number is about the goal that was given for the Shadowlings initially. If you best other Haven Rank Shadowlings similar to Rosalind who are already within the Abyssal Sanctimonious Lands of this Haven, you can even command them! If you agree to this, we can make the Oath right away."

"..."

The exchange of words was coming to an end as the Emperor atop the sandy gold throne nodded with a smile.

"Sounds easy enough. Let's get this show on the road."

WAA!

The bubbling expanse of Shadows surrounding them began to fade as Silas looked up towards the skies.

There was truly nothing there in this vast expanse where if one looked far enough, they would begin to see swirling spatial vortices and sources of chaos dancing around madly.

In the distance, Roan had a cloudy expression as he watched the unveiled figures of Silas and Osmont, his eyes locking with Osmont at this moment as Roan could swear that within these eyes...he saw mockery and a shred of pity!

He felt like he was being looked down on a great deal as before he could even include himself, the waves of shadows sank into Silas's feet as his voice boomed out while he stared at the endless space above.

Dissolution, I wish to

BOOM!

above turned heavy and tumultuous as it seemed like the end of

himself...for what reason would Silas be seeking to make an Oath of Extremity?! He didn't indeed listen to whatever proposal that

descending pressure that felt suffocating to even his soul as he also came to

two Major Planes of Existence rotated madly behind a stellar dark veil, the fair skin on this undoubtedly

the two beings below...the visage of Roan looking up but not

Oath of Extremity will cost you

...!

Albatross.

a word that more closely translated to

mediator- with many powerful Apex Aeonic Lifeforms using this method to form alliances and

of Extremity was the Oath of Shadows that one of the Extremity Shadows could mediate within the Cult of Endless

the skies as he didn't forfeit in accepting a Golden Haven Albatross now, since he would forcibly

had gained access to Dynamis of Extremity, Silas knowing what an Albatross indeed meant as in the skies, a spinning

BZZT!

of ancientness and power as opposite to Silas, Noah watched the unfolding

Albatross, it burned and seared itself

shadowy eyes gazed up again

own free Wills, the