Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)

Having stepped out of one of his many abodes, Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan warped across the spacetime continuum until he entered one of the hidden channels that led into the Crimson Sacrarium Antechamber.

One of the halls meant to be a place for discussion among the upper echelons of the Ancestral Lernaeans in the Abecedarian Sacrarium.

He had his throne at the very peak of the Epoch III Naturally Formed Extremity Mountain as the thrones of the forces he controlled were stretched out below him, while the other mountain...

'That little prude came here even earlier than me? What schemes is she up to now?'

His eyes were sharp as an authoritative light of a terrifying Boundary shone within them- this Boundary capable of attacking, defending, and even doing the work of Providence, Destiny. Fate, Fortune, and Karma all at once!

This was the stage one could reach on the path towards EXTREMITY as Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan gazed at the woman who had stayed out of his grasp these past billions of years no matter how much he tried.

On the second mountain, her figure was hazy while situated on her throne, but Vulcan could still see the white gold robe draping over her that hid her stunning figure.

A head full of stellar dark hair could barely be seen as before Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan could feast his eyes for too long, waves of spatial light erupted from the portal at the end of the hall formed from flat discoid Cosmos as the figures that were their reason to gather here appeared.

Huh?

And Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan squinted his eyes as he felt his Boundaries begin to buzz.

As for the reason why they were buzzing, he had yet to ascertain!

Protector Emilia appeared first from the opening along with her Legion. Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan not hiding his smile when he gazed at her as many memories flitted across his mind.

But then, his Boundary pulsed once more as it released an indecipherable sensation, his eyes being drawn to the party behind Protector Emilia.

The Ancestral Descendants and the Grotto Haven weaklings weren't anything to his eyes as they were swiftly breezed over.

But his eyes were drawn towards the visage of a calm man whose body gave off a stellar sheen!

He was draped with a black-white Emperor's robe that barely hid his robust muscles underneath, Vulcan's eyes locking onto him carefully as he sensed the vibrant auras of Boundaries- and not just one!

Others may not be able to see this, but someone like him who was so close to touching upon the pristine 8th Boundary Layer...he could distinguish something like this!

'A recently risen True Emperor who has expanded multiple Boundaries?'

His eyes shone with utmost sharpness as before he could delve into this thought process, he saw the two exquisite figures nearest to this being.

'Oh?'

And his eyes lit up with power as he came to focus on two dazzling silver-haired women whose beauty exceeded many others by a large margin.

Not just that, but they were so pristinely alike as they seemed like clones of each other!

Twins? Mother and daughter?' Vulcan's eyes released a greedy light as he licked his lips, catching the subtle differences in maturity in the eyes of these two beings someone of his nature found himself lighting up with desire!

'Good, I'll have new toys to play wit-'

BZZT!

In the midst of his thoughts, he felt his gaze sway as it was forcefully pulled towards the eyes of the existence draped in an Emperor's robe!

He had a small smile on his face that had all but faded, replaced with a sharp light that swept past the incandescent thrones atop one of the stellar mountains of the Crimson Sacrarium Antechamber and seemingly locked in on the throne of the Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan.

His gaze crossed across the sparkling space of the Antechamber to actually lock onto Vulcan!

'Oh?'

And a smile was the only thing that rose on Vulcan's face at such a scene.

Was he perceptive enough to notice his gaze? Were those two women under his protection?

'Then today will be a prime time to teach a lesson on power. You've only reigned atop a Major Plane for a single Age and you dare to gaze up here with such a rebellious gaze? Hah! By the end of the day, you will be willingly offering them to me!'

BOOM!

His Will erupted.

The top of the mountain shone with a dazzling brilliance as soon after, his voice emanated outwards.

<Order!>

His voice was akin to an Imperial hammer that quieted all voices down, his plump but powerful figure fully becoming situated on his Throne as his aura made him seem like an ancient beast that could erase all of those here in an instant!

His gaze then went towards a throne below him in stature as from it, his right hand man rose up as he rode on the power and authority that Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan released to relay his Will.

It was the man who handled his administrative affairs and the one he allowed to represent his Will during all the tiresome meetings and intelligence reports- Commander Lanka!

<The remaining forces from the Barren Lands are before us today, with many questions still raised from above on how this issue was resolved...and what led to the deaths of the Commanders sent forth to aid in the Cataclysm of the Planes.>

WAA!

The voice of Commander Lanka was resonant as his eyes locked onto the group far below them still at the edges of the flat discoid Cosmos, showing them that the talks would begin while they were in that location as they had to be shown how much lower their status and worth was at this moment!

<Let us begin with a thorough review of your Automaton Boundary Modulators, then you all can fill in the gaps.>

His voice came out commandingly as all the beings present here today, whether it was on the thrones on the side of Sacrarium Emperor Vulcan or on the side of Sacrarium Empress Ophelia...they're all here just as a formality.

To learn of what happened within the Barren Lands as thereafter, they would pass the intel forward and return to their businesses.

They did not expect anything to come of this as after word spread that the Barren Lands truly were destroyed, they stopped worrying about any parts of their souls being bound by the restrictions of Natural Laws!

As for the deaths of Commanders? Apart from Theseus who was renowned as a soon to be Crimson Sword Commander from the Sacrarium of the Sword and had powerful Sacrarium Emperors in his direct Lineage, the rest of them could just be considered casualties.

And in the Aeonic Haven of Dissolution, there were many casualties over the years.

<...>

Commander Lanka had spoken, but the beings his focus was on had not made a move as they remained utterly still, all of them turning to gaze towards the True Emperor in the center of their group as they sought for permission!

The Ancestral Descendants, the Royalty from the Quantum and Mirror Dimensions...all the beings within his group did nothing but seek his permission as they made it abundantly clear that they only listened to this being at the center of their group.

That even under the beckoning of an Existence like Commander Like who was a 5 Echelon Obsidian Boundary Expansion Realm expert, they still did not move until they had permission from the being they gazed at!

And the being they gazed at...his exceedingly handsome visage came under the eyes of all as he swept his gaze across the two mountains.

Across the myriad of Boundaries Expansion existences adorned in luxurious Armaments and Robes on both sides, the one with mostly men and the one that was mainly female.

He gazed at all of them calmly as soon after, his eyes came to land on the thrones that were situated on the peaks of the two mountains as his glorious voice emanated out for all to hear.

<Something doesn't feel right.>

WAA!

His voice was robust and powerful as it reverberated across the Crimson Sacrarium Antechamber and continued!

<For all of you to be situated on thrones extending up these mountains while I stand down here...it just doesn't seem right.>

...!

The laid-back demeanor of all the Boundary Expansion Realm existences within the Crimson Sacrarium Antechamber changed as their eyes lit up with schadenfreude and ridicule.

They all gazed down at the most recent Emperor of the Barren Lands as only a single bring spoke back.

Oh?

It was not the voice of the right hand man of the Sacrarium Emperor that emanated out in reply to Noah's words, but the Sacrarium Emperor himself as he gazed over with a dangerous smile.

And...Noah nodded slightly as his hands moved, a throne made of dreamy sandy gold light forming around him at this moment.

<Yes. The positioning seems a bit off as it needs to be rectified.>

...!

BOOOM!

With a radiant explosive force, the Throne made of dreamy golden sand was completed behind Noah as it began to elevate upwards, a radiant floor formed to carry only Katelyn and Luna to his left and right as he slowly sat on the dazzling gold throne while ascending upwards!

...!

His actions caused the calm Ancestral Lernaeans in commanding positions to shift from their thrones in shock, their eyes watching as a newly formed golden throne rose higher and higher- seemingly wishing to be in the same positions as the two Thrones of the Sacrarium Emperors!