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.]

[...]

him and Ishtar who just happened to be at the

of the Seventh Gradation of Extremity

power flowing in her

to day- gazing deeply at the young girl she was

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

from, and who had caused someone of such a height of

[The Ones…Above Extremity.]

…!

Her final words.

itself, her Extremes waning and dying as Sargon and Ishtar watched Extremity Rune Scriptures dim

how they came

thought he had failed his dying friend's last wishes, and what

But no.

There she was.

[Ishtar!]

BOOM!

Never. Fucking. Listen!] The Purifier of Alchemy was cursing while dishing out a loving punishment, which also showed where the Cimmerian Architect got her foul

this scene, he sighed with relief and contentment while

you to be Noah

as if he knew

eyes at the Sixth

he saw the brilliance of more than two Existential Extremity Authorities serenely floating across every nook and cranny

[You would be correct.]

WAP!

appeared, his stature tall and standing above many others

breathe, her figure warping and

warned me that you brought them

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