Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 2842

This was Noah's strong belief as he began to gain a deeper understanding of Extremes!

The more he delved into it, the more he understood their emotions and longings…the more he understood that the very concept of the Extremity of Extremity was not something to be taken lightly.

Not something that could be achieved so simply!

He had initially thought that maybe after reaching the Ninth Gradation of Extremity, this theory could be made into a reality.

But he now understood that even if he had reached that height, it may have not been enough.

The key lay in understanding Extremity itself.

The key lay in understanding its weaving- why and how the extremes of many concepts moved the way they did!

And so, he set out to understand this by observing his own Extremes and comparing other extremes.

He sent out a part of himself in the form of a clone as at this moment, he stepped outside of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven and into the Quintessential Annals of Extremity.

Into a construct of records upon records that were in a constant flux of existence and nonexistence- his will passing through it quickly as with his eyes burning with golden flames, he traced the Records that the Cimmerian Architect had given him as within moments…`

SHAA!

He was within the Aeonic Annals of Extremity.

More specifically, in the Vacuous Annals of Extremity as like a fish in water, he swam across a myriad of Records as he didn't hold an ounce of fear on whether he could be discovered!

{The Extremity of Tyranny burns with ambition.}

His power was affirmed.

His distinction as an Indeterminate Quintessential I Existence remained true as in his constant state of uncertainty, the gazes of the Ones Above Extremity were that much further from him- especially so within these layers of Records!

He crossed through them seamlessly as in time…

WAP!

As if he were tearing apart a veil, as if he tore open the pages of an ancient book that recorded eons of History…

He arrived in a domain.

It was serene and quiet, with its reality feeling a sense of a distortion as if the record was recently altered.

This wasn't the state it was in before as currently, the skies burned with a hazy glow of white flames of Anarchos, the land below being a sea of liquified Anarchos as atop them, a Forge and a Hall radiating an air of refinement could be seen.

In front of these two buildings, the majestic auras of two Entities could be seen as currently, they were adorned in white robes and sitting on the liquified sea of Anarchos while silently gazing at what could only be described as an obsidian coffin!

A tomb!

A tomb that within it, Noah could feel traces of Records and memories of none other than those of the Cimmerian Architect.

These two Entities…were actually in mourning.

They had altered this record and painted it white with Anarchos as while adorned in white robes, they were actually mourning the Cimmerian Architect as for them, she was thoroughly and undeniably dead!

At this scene, Noah shook his head while sighing.

{How quaint.}

HUUM!

…!

Even though he had arrived in this Record some time ago, his two words were the only indication that he was here as an instant later…

{Who!}