Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

2845 The Weaving of Extremity! VII

Her body was reforged with Quintessence as Vacuous Hyperversal Authority was scorched out of her existence.

After her transformation, strands of dark and white hair flowed to her shoulders as her fair skin glimmered with brilliance, her eyes holding three pupils within that glowed white, black, and gold!

The Purifier of Alchemy and all her glory looked this pristine as currently, multiple Extremes that she controlled weaved together into a flow that bombarded itself into the Cimmerian Architect.

[Selfish!]

BOOM!

Her body was still adorned in a white mourning dress as her power at the Sixth Gradation of Extremity caused the Cimmerian Architect to feel like a heavy weight was constantly pressing down on her!

Light years away in the far distance, Sargon appeared after Ishtar arrived to see this scene as his will spread around with disbelief.

The new lands he was in needed to be ascertained, yes.

But…he felt like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders when he saw the Cimmerian Architect alive and well!

He sat down on the space he was floating in and materialized a golden cup that came to be filled with a red liquid, his dark hair messily falling on his burly and muscular figure that was forged from iron working as he tipped the drink in his hands forward.

[I did not fail you, my friend.]

His gaze was deep.

He thought of the dying woman on the Seventh Gradation of Extremity who was on the cusp of achieving the Eighth Gradation, and yet she came to him…dying while holding the tiny hands of a small girl.

He remembered the words she said to him even now.

[Her name…is Elodie. Please, take care of her.]

[...]

Ishtar who just happened to be at

questioned how an Entity of the Seventh Gradation of Extremity

all that power flowing in her existence…how could

smiled with reluctance as if she didn't want to day- gazing deeply at the young girl she was leaving behind as her

see the scene in front of her, and

they needed to keep away from, and who had caused someone of such a height of power like her to be dying as if she were a mere mortal entity that

[The Ones…Above Extremity.]

…!

Her final words.

body collapsed and began folding into itself, her Extremes waning and

how they came across

friend's last wishes, and what was more vile was

But no.

There she was.

[Ishtar!]

BOOM!

Purifier of Alchemy was cursing while dishing out a loving punishment, which also

Sargon watched this scene, he sighed with relief and contentment while speaking out- his voice only

assume you to be Noah Osmont,

spoke into the surroundings as if he knew there was a powerful

at the Sixth Gradation of Extremity, he could

brilliance of more than two Existential Extremity Authorities serenely floating across every nook and cranny of these new lands he was

[You would be correct.]

WAP!

in a royal purple rob appeared, his stature tall and standing above many others as his devilishly handsome looks and demeanor

distance, even the visage of Ishtar stopped as Elodie finally had the chance to breathe, her figure warping and slipping away as she actually came to float behind Noah's recently appearing

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