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

of the

all that power flowing in her existence…how could she possibly be withering

day- gazing deeply at the young girl she was leaving

as if she couldn't see the scene in front of her, and she was only standing as a mute that would continue to

had caused someone of such a height

[The Ones…Above Extremity.]

…!

Her final words.

itself, her Extremes waning and dying as Sargon and Ishtar watched Extremity Rune Scriptures dim and die right in front of their

how they came across

her grow up to who she was up until moments ago when he really thought he had failed his dying friend's last wishes, and what was more vile was that the daughter

But no.

There she was.

[Ishtar!]

BOOM!

Purifier of Alchemy was cursing while dishing out a

with relief and contentment

to be Noah Osmont, the most

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

at the Sixth Gradation of Extremity, he could

serenely floating across every nook and cranny of these

[You would be correct.]

WAP!

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

chance to breathe, her figure warping and slipping away as she actually came

would've warned me