Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 2845

Chapter 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.}

{...}

She entrusted this girl to him and Ishtar who just happened to be at the time as they competed in forging and alchemy.

That time…he questioned how an Entity of the Seventh Gradation of Extremity could be dying.

How the many concepts of Extremity she held and all that power flowing in her existence…how could she possibly be withering away while her existence faded?!

In her final moments, the dying woman had smiled with reluctance as if she didn't want to day- gazing deeply at the young girl she was leaving behind as her very Existence began to splinter.

The eyes of the young girl she had brought were hazy and blank as if she couldn't see the scene in front of her, and she was only standing as a mute that would continue to do for a thousand years from this point.

But right before the dying woman perished…she spoke the words that told Ishtar and Sargon who 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 hadn't even grasped the flow of Mana. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

{The Ones…Above Extremity.}

…!

Her final words.

She then looked lovingly at the young girl she left behind as her body collapsed and began folding into itself, her Extremes waning and dying as Sargon and Ishtar watched Extremity Rune Scriptures dim and die right in front of their eyes!

This…was how they came across Elodie.

And they watched 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 she entrusted them with…had also perished at the hands of the same Entities as her mother!

But no.

He saw the flow of Quintessence, Infinity, and Tyranny all around him, yes.

But in addition to this…he was also seeing the flow of…Plot.

The Extremity of Plot.

Currently, its weaving was gleeful as its flow could be seen wrapping around himself…and then onto the many beings around him.

Plot.

Noah came to understand this extreme more as it was silently allowing itself to flow into the reality around it, ever so subtly moving the Unrecorded History towards a direction it considered ideal!

The authority it was expressing bordered on the same stage of not more than Paradox and its weaving was growing ever more powerful as it may just be the next one to elevate itself forward!

But then…Noah also saw the golden intent of something that wasn't as visible as all the others, but when he focused on its weaving, he found it focused on himself the most with astonishing brilliance.

It was the extreme of the Protagonist.

Like a silent king overseeing all others, it now bid its time tightly around Noah as its extreme…was Noah himself.

The Extremity of the Protagonist.

Its Intent was Noah.

Its weaving was Noah.

Noah was…the very extreme of the Protagonist.

…!