Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)

2807 A Ticking Time Bomb! II

A ticking time bomb!

This was the term given to the newly Honored One whose name rang out across the Annals of Extremity.

Depending on how he moved and how extravagant his actions were about to be, he may perish quicker and in a more brutal way than animals in a butchery!

And if what the Cimmerian Architect theorized was even close to being true…

he may already be dead.

He just didn't know it.

He may come to find out of nowhere that his whole existence was slowly perishing as he wouldn't even be able to understand why.

Existential Extremity Authorities were that terrifying as for those who truly grasped Vacuous and Vitalis…anything was possible.

After all, they were Existential!

They could truly alter the very state of Existence in ways other beings could not even fathom.

The Cimmerian Architect gazed at the figures before her as she felt immense sadness when she saw the way they were acting.

They were Entities that had crossed the threshold into the insurmountable Sixth Gradation of Extremity.

They held unimaginable power at their fingertips…and yet they seemed to be even more fearful than an Apex Aeonic Lifeform who didn't know any better.

Who didn't have any knowledge of what was out there.

When the Cimmerian Architect saw such a reality, she questioned what the purpose of it all was!

Why work so hard to attain so much power when at the end of it all, you live with such caution and fear? What use do all of them have for expanding their pristine concepts to their extremes at the end of the day, even with these concepts…they chose to hide in the dark under the Shadow of beings they didn't fully understand?

HUUM!

The question caused her emotions to fluctuate as her Extremity of Intuition buzzed within her soul, guiding her in a way even Entities at the Sixth Gradation of Extremity couldn't fathom as she gazed at the man she had known all her life- a being who forged Armaments of Extremity in his sleep.

He continued to talk while gazing at her imploringly.

[You know a great deal about the Ones Above Extremity- you may even know more than us. But that should only make you more careful of them. One could be standing right in front of you, and you won't notice. One could take on the form of your closest ally, and you wouldn't know. For them, killing us is as easy as butchering chickens- and that's on a bad day.]

WAA!

[Their goals are not ours, nor do they care how we live so long as we don't encroach upon their authority. So…do not encroach upon their authority. Do not even get near entities or subjects who don't know better as you could simply be thrown in as collateral damage.]

[...]

A deafening silence descended as the Cimmerian Architect looked at the figure of blacksmith and refiner before her with an interminable gaze as she only shook her head and turned away from them.

She stared at the millions of Existential Extremity Rune Scriptures around her in silence.

She only wanted to mention how she didn't think the Existential Authority that Osmont expressed was either Vacuous or Vitalis.

It had grand implications as it meant he may have managed to do the impossible!

And yet…the result was this talk and reminder she had heard a few times before.

And as if the two pristine entities behind her didn't think she had truly gotten it, the woman who had just forged a Middle Grade Vacuous Planalith Krystallos rose from her grand throne and spoke out with a sharp light.

[Elodie…have you come across any records of Entities stepping in the Ninth Gradation of Extremity all these eons? Have you heard of any grand tales of achievements and honorariums for the Honored Ones of the past? You know why this is so. You know what happens to those who think they can deny the fate granted to them. So just…take a step back and revel in the Extremes you have achieved. Revel in the wonders out there. The Aeonic Annals of Extremity are so vast that even now, we haven't explored all of their Records. Why jeopardize everything for mere possibilities? For slim chances of nothingness?]

WAA!

Her words were grave ones as after they finished, the Cimmerian Architect found herself growing increasingly frustrated.

Her body began to shimmer with a spatial light as she couldn't even manage to keep herself here at this time.

As she was about to leave, she turned around and spoke lightly.

[I won't delve into anything, and by the way- that Prime Devourer may just die to this newly Honored One. I know he's just one of the latest pawns to launch a widespread Existential War. If he perished…]

Her words were met with a dismissive wave from the burly man as he also turned around to head back into the forge.

[If he perishes, then that is his fate. Everything stems from Vacuous and Vitalis, and everything will return to Vacuous and Vitalis. That is Existence. His death may only be the spark to have those in the Middle Stages of the Gradations of Extremity test each other's extremes early. From this Existential War…who knows how many new distinguished beings will enter the Sixth or Seventh Gradations of Extremity.]

His words were callous ones as the moment he finished, the refiner also sat back on her throne and nodded while she added on.

[The appearance of a new Honored One is also an indication for the Emperors of Vacuous and Vitalis Hyperversal Authority stretched out across Recorded and Unrecorded Histories to get together once more. They may use that stage for this Existential War as this Osmont you are mentioning, his actions may spark and accelerate all of this, but he may not even be alive to participate in it.]

…!

A stream of information flowed that only irritated the Cimmerian Architect as she wanted to swear and curse, but she respected these beings before her just a little as she didn't want to do that to them!