Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (WN)

2893 Dikastes!

The flow of information was a wondrous one.

It was something Noah should in no way have access to, and yet here he was.

He was reading the intricacies of the weavings of a Dikastes of Extremity- particularly one who had recently left a state of Hibernation after being injected with the light of something known as the Fruit of Existence.

The Fruit of Existence!

Noah's mind found itself unmistakably attracted to the weavings of such a thing as he sought to understand it.

But…the flow of information was there, even though it was jumbled. It was all because of the Low Tier Synchrony- because Noah's capabilities in understanding the Weaving were barely at the first Metamorphosis, and the target he selected was at an extremely high place!

[Ho…]

So Noah released waves of calmness as he focused on the weavings of the origin of this being.

[The Weaver of Extremity gazes into the Weavings of a Vitalis Dikastes of Extremity, beginning to peel apart the veiled layers of mystery.]

Different scenes flashed in Noah's mind.

As if it were a long lost dream, blurry images and scenes began to rise in his mind.

He dream of a place within the depths of the Aeonic Annals of Extremity- nay, even saying the depths was doing it a disservice as it was located towards what could be considered the very heart of the Annals of Extremity.

Here, Vitalis and Vacuous intersected.

Here, all Existential Extremity Authorities seemed to intersect.

And the dream of this place instantly became clear to Noah as if he had forgotten it this whole time.

The Archaeos Vitalis Pylos…

…!

A booming intent leaked from him as his existence trembled!

He felt like he had nearly lost himself as he blinked, his eyes truly opening as Abodax at this moment as his pupils saw a shocking scene.

He felt his pupils on the wings, the singular ones on the chest and face…and he saw that his vision was one that saw reality drastically different from others.

He saw reality in terms of vibrations of intents.

Their intermixing and gravitational forces around each other.

And through his authority, he could traverse across such intents or even express his will through them, and he could voice something out without needing to move his lips as he simply had to emanate his intent outwards and allow it to dance on the countless vibrations of intents that made up the surrounding reality!

Noah had to see this scene before he affirmed that yes, he was currently Abodax, but at the same time…

I am the Extremity of Quintessence.

HUUM!

His intent came from the visage of a Vitalis Dikastes as he moved his hands feely and even flapped the butterfly like wings.

After that, after affirming who he was and not running the risk of losing his identity, he continued to peer deeper into the weavings of this being he now became.

He saw the Archaeos Vitalis Pylos in jumbled memories.

He remembered that he, a Dikastes of Extremity, was not a lone being.

Nor was he a unique being.

What he was and always is…could be defined by the distinction of a soldier.

A soldier of nothing else but the Legacy of Al-Abalem!

There were many like him as their numbers did not stop in the mere hundreds or thousands.

They reached…

[Fuck.]

Noah cursed out within his own Will as this piece of information came in.

Millions.

Their number was in the millions.

But there was a saving grace!

The vast number of Dikastes of Extremity- even though there were many…the vast majority were in a state of Existential Hibernation.

Their very existence was in a state of dormancy as they were unique Entities who were produced in ways that even they themselves were not privy to.

When Abodax came to, it was the first time he was awoken from Existential Hibernation as his mind held a single thing.

Complete fealty to the Legacy of Al-Abalem- those who woke it from its slumber.

Noah's will burned with vermillion colored flames as he uttered out a single word that arose from the blurry memories.

[Basileus…]

WAA!

Those he couldn't even gaze at.

The Ones Above Extremity.

In the hazy memories of Abodax, Noah felt great reverence and fealty from its emotions that caused a sense of distaste within his own mind, but he continued to delve deeper into the weavings of this being!

It was awoken from Existential Hibernation by none other than the light of a Fruit of Existence, a dozen other Dikastes around him at that time also being woken up as they rose from the ranks of hundreds of thousands of hibernating Dikastes in the depths of the Archaeos Vitalis Pylos that were stretching into the distance.

Its job was a simple one.

To constantly monitor and keep track of the unfolding Records and Existence of Vitalis. They were given the authority of how to act and what to do in different possibilities, with many means available to them when it came to overseeing the Seeds under their control!

When Noah came to this point, his distaste turned into revulsion and burning tyranny of anger as he closely experienced how the Dikastes of Extremity saw him and all the others.

They saw them as less than nothing.

Insects to observe as their only use…was furthering Vitalis itself and increasing the rate of extraction of nothing else but…

[The Fruit of Existence…]

Noah uttered out the name of a thing that continued to come up again and again.

The fruit that the Basileus of Al-Abalem extracted from the records being built in all of Vitalis.

The records that he made.

The Records of Extremes and Existence!

Their weavings were what generated the necessary power for the bountiful extraction of the Fruits of Existence!

And the ones benefiting from all of this were none other than the Basileus of Al-Abalem.

Their true number was unknown as in the blurry memories of the records of Abodax, he had only met them a few times.

Each one seemed insurmountable, but there were those who seemed even grander than all others.

Royal in nature and grand in their majesty, the Dikastes Abodax remembered one Basileus in particular who seemed involved in everything that occurred within the Archaeos Vitalis Pylos.

What was her name?

What was her face?