Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

The Legend of the Primal Titan Bloodline!

Many questioned about this existence and why not even a trace of his aura was seen as these shocking events unfolded, but they didn't fully grasp the power of beings against this level nobody- not even the Seventh or Eight Firmament existences that were watching the scenes of the Isles of the Gilded Forge from afar to collect information for their Bloodlines…none of them knew that Legends were actually about to clash not too far above them in a Boundary of space.

In a dimension of space they couldn't even see as it could only be accessed by those that had achieved a certain level of control over the fabric of Reality, with one barely being able to notice the glimmer of mirror-like barriers flashing every now and then as it was reminiscent of the Mirror Reality that RUINATION had been able to call forth!

In this dimension of space, the glorious hazy image of a wolf that seemed to have its body stretching across one end to another could be seen, its cerulean fur shining with the illusory light of a stable Reality as its illusory presence alone caused the surroundings to shudder.

This figure seemed to be here and yet not at the same time as if it truly descended, maybe even this space would simply shatter and not be able to contain it!

Stretching endlessly across the horizon, it was the illusory figure of an ancient Wolf that held an illusory obsidian crown that seemed to constantly make the surroundings darker above his archaic head.

It was the Ancestral Beowulf of the Cardinal Royal Wolf Bloodline!

Standing opposite to this existence was the figure of a Primal Titan that seemed more corporeal than the ancient Wolf, the illusion of Reality on this existence being slightly less stable as even in demeanor, he lost put somewhat against the Ancestral Beowulf.

But this being was currently expressing immense wrath in his eyes as the surrounding space within this dimension was constantly breaking down and wailing out from this sheer emotion alone! Yet the Ancestral Beowulf withi an obsidian crown from the Olden Times spinning in surreal motion above his head only looked forwardly calmly, his ferocious eyes squinting into a deadly smile as he spoke.

"Gennesabo…"

BZZZT!

Waves of profound light echoed out as the Ancestral Beowulf called out the glorious name of the Primal Titan Legend!

The Legend Gennesabo!

A glorious name, but it was uttered without any respect as the Ancestral Beowulf continued.

"I won't play any games and will actually be straightforward with you."

…!

The voice was chilling and filled with a tone of undeniable authority as it continued ruthlessly.

"My granddaughter was killed by an existence of the Primal Titan Bloodline, giving my sufficient reasoning to seek revenge and trouble as the subjugation of your Bloodline is only a matter of time. The lesson of not offending the grandeur of Primordials was not drilled onto your people enough as after being given this reason, I will not let it go. The only thing left here is to ask…what will you be doing about it?"

WAA!

"Will you righteously stand up to stop the subjugation of your Bloodline, or…" The words of the Ancestral Beowulf were tinged with dominance and ridicule as they finished by enunciating every word slowly and carefully!

"...or will you cower and watch as they come under the banner of Primordials."

…!

Blatant.

Straightforward!

The Ancestral Beowulf did not play any games as with the belief of his power, the situation was laid out simply as he asked what the other party would do.

But…was there really even a need for this question to be asked?

The illusory Reality on the body of the Legend Gennesabo released incandescent waves of power as the eyes of this being let out boundless wrath and unwillingness, and yet he didn't answer.

He had no reason to answer as the both of them knew what the outcome would be if a certain path was taken.

If a Legend of the Primordials was attacked, it signified all the Legends of Primordials being attacked. If Gennesabo took out his wrath on the current leader of the Cardinal Royal Wolf Bloodline and those in the Scales of Ascendancy carrying out the subjugation of his people, it would invite the Ancestral Beowulf to attack him!

Any route that was taken apart from the one that caused the Legend of the Primal Titan most pain would lead to death as there was truly no need for the Ancestral Beowulf to even ask the question!

"..."

The illusory light of Reality shone brightly on the ancient figure of the Primal Titan Legend, but at this moment…this light seemed to be infinitely weak.

—-

BZZZZT!

Glorious power was rising within a certain being as these events played out, with Noah continuing to rise through the Scales of the Firmaments at an unprecedented rate.

130,000…150,000…180,000!

The Ascendancy Value only began to slow down at such a juncture as this number reflected Noah being limited to even how many Edicts he could contain within his soul.

When he refined his soul and strengthened it even more and accepted the rest of the Insuperable Nomological Edicts and the Quasi-Insuperable ones, this Value would shoot up once more.

When he went to forge and reach 10 Billion Cosmos similar to all the Seventh Firmament existences he had come across and even forge the Ascendancy Halos containing a Quasi-TABOO Nomological Edict and dozens of Insuperable ones…could he not reach this stage of power himself?!

WAA!

The light of Tyranny shone brightly under his eyes as such thoughts flew out madly, but he still wasn't done!

In the Forsaken Treasure Reality, RUINATION had rounded up the 8 Sixth Firmament Primordial Guards that were free for the taking, and there was a Resplendent Treasure Cache that Noah had yet to open.

In the golden glows of the first Treasure Island within the Forsaken Treasure Reality.

Noah's True Sanguine Clone opened its eyes after getting the influx of concepts under control, staring at the illusory golden shimmering Treasure chest that only he could see in the shimmering space above them.

The surrounding space was trying to heal after the battle as the nearby Mirror Reality shimmered brightly, but Noah paid no attention to outside things at this moment as his mind gave a command!

'Open the Resplendent Treasure Cache.'

 ….!

A cache with its own randomized Loot that even Noah had no idea about! The prize of a kill that Noah could only utilize three times in his lifetime from the Nomological Edict of the Resplendent Treasure Emperor…the light from such a vibrant chest came out in waves as prompts began to appear before Noah's eyes.

<The transport type Primordial Relic- The Serendipity of the Cataclysmic Reality has been obtained.>

…!

Just the first prompt…was ridiculously displaying the name of a unique Primordial Relic as Noah's heart shuddered when the prompts continued to descend before his eyes!