Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

osmic Primordial Beast that was floating majestically in front of three kneeling Grand Primordial Beasts that had their heads fully bowed down. 

The voice had come as a stupendous procession was taking place, the brilliant golden flames of an Edict floating before Hyperion ’s cold face and the three Grand Primordial Beasts as a portion of the flames spread out and shot into the bodies of the Beasts!

For the Flames of an Edict to be entering other being ’s bodies, it was nothing other than the handing down of an Edict that only those with completed edicts could do, where even Noah had yet to begin this action as it was one of the many things on his to do list.

THRUM!

The bodies of the Grand Primordial Beasts shook as the essence of an Edict soon began to spread from them, Hyperion looking at them impassively as this was one of the ways he raised powerful Grand Primordial Beasts like the ones Aegon killed who could utilize Edicts!

Only after this process was complete did Hyperion raise his head and recognize the voice that had echoed out.

He wasn ’t even bothering with Aegon or the Primordial when she was here as he wanted to focus on his work, and he would even further not focus on a being below them per normal but…the intuition of an Ender of Reality sounded in his mind as it made him curious to not brush off the voice that had shouted out!

”Let ’s see… ” His archaic voice echoed out as his enormous body was wrapped by Primordial Essence, disappearing soon after as he left behind three newly elevated Grand Primordial Beasts with Edicts and even more swarms of other Beasts, along with a strengthened Stormdust and the Cosmos under him as he teleported towards the ends of the Primordial Sea.

OOOM!

The edges of the white see danced with the edges of the crimson ruination sea, Hyperion appearing behind the enacted boundary as he gazed forward with the majesty of an Ender of Reality towards the being that had called out to him.

Hyperion ’s three eyes squinted when he saw this being as he saw the expression and eyes of someone who seemingly had everything in the palm of their hands- an expression someone would have where if they were in the middle of playing a game, they knew they had won even before they made the last move!

’Now what exactly would give a human that hasn ’t even formed his Cosmos such a look? ’

Hyperion had some time to entertain after the recent failures as since the being before him sat on a throne with hundreds of golden white swords shooting out gloriously, he also waved his hands to form a throne of Primordial Essence that his body which was vaster than any Universe sat on fantastically.

The Tyrant upon a throne was merely the size of a few galaxies while the Ender of Reality was the size of multiple Universes, these beings staring at each other with their own thoughts as it painted a stark contrast and a magnificent scene at this time!

The Tyrant tapped on his throne as with an austere air of destiny and fortune swirling around him, he spoke out something that caused the vast throne of Primordial Essence to tremble.

”Do you know anyone that would be in need of a Primordial Epitaph by any chance? ”

RUMBLE!

Direct and forward. While situated with the regality of an Emperor and being many proportions smaller than the Ender of Reality, the Tyrant ’s shadow and grace could be seen to be even larger than the being opposite to him merely from how he carried himself!

His single sentence caused the weaving of destiny to turn chaotic as with it, the balance of a Reality hung on the line!