Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse

The feature that Noah had ushered forth was truly enough for one to earnestly call it dreadful!

And if its display had given even him a shock, what of the masses watching this?

All the Scions near Noah moved away as a deafening silence descended.

The action that was just carried out was a heavy one, an impossible one, and a dreadful one as it carried too many implications!

A myriad of beings had vastly different reactions- the most common one being great caution as in the far distance, even some of the powerful lights surging in the same direction as Noah's Quintessential Emperor of Extremity paused and increased their distances from Noah!

This was how off balance everyone was from a single move that he made!

Yet...there were also those that didn't change their path and even though they showed shock and amazement, fear did not show on their faces.

Ayame of the Infinite Extremity was one of them.

The other was Erikson of the Sima Clan as his wide visage actually drew closer to Noah, his boisterous voice ringing out as he moved across space in his beach attire!

"Another bold action that many here cannot even perform, nor would they even dare to! What is the name of the Dynamis you have forged that has made such a thing possible?"

Instead of feeling even a sense of fear, this being maintained his carefree demeanor as Noah's stellar gaze had its curiosity roused for the secrets of this being and what gave them such a high level of confidence, his gaze straight towards the Crimson Extremity Panaceas that was surrounded by massive Leviathans of Dissolution as he spoke out a single word with clarity.

"Indefatigable!"

WAA!

The word caused an eruption of cherry colored essence around him that reminded others very quickly of the actions around the 8 Reified Sources of Extremity in the distance, the Scions near this part of Noah's body moving even further back!

Yet the visage of Erikson who heard this word smiled as he repeated it to himself.

"Indefatigable..."

A strong name.

An immovable distinction!

Erikson very much liked this word as he nodded, appreciating this being before him even more as now, he was even more befitting to join the Sima Clan!

As for why he wasn't fearful of a being who could erase a few hundred Scions in a matter of nanoseconds?

This was due to his own power as like the rare few Entities that beings spoke about in hushed tones...he was someone whose very soul was warped under the light of Extremity as one of his many identities was that of a being with a Mutated Soul!

A mutation...was what he initially thought of this part of him, but his distinguished teacher within the Sima Clan had told him to look at it as an early variation of Extremity.

As something that he could fully attain in the future that would allow him to do unimaginable things.

So he at times considered himself a Mutated Entity, and at times did not as everything was ultimately part of Extremity!

But this mutation...had granted him a reality altering capability that was the core reason for him being where he was today.

Something that he termed over his lifetime as...Aeonic Probability Distortion.

The utilization of his Aeonic Soul Values to quite literally distort the probabilities of the very structure of Reality.

An example was the Scion who had chosen to attack him a little bit earlier that he had turned into a crushed pulp with a wave of his hand.

The likelihood of extinguishing the very Aspects of Existence of that Scion with a mere wave of his hands without any input of abilities or essence was 0%.

So he simply distorted this probability...to 100%.

Against an enemy whose Aeonic Soul Values were much lesser than his, barely a shred of anything was used up from his soul as he waved his hands and achieved this probability.

The likelihood of attaining a Dynamis of Extremity before Apexification was less than .01%.

With his current soul strength, he was able to tweak this likelihood of such a reality to 75% as while the many Consummate Boundary Essences circulated across his body, he could feel a Convergence of Boundaries being forcefully put together to follow this increased probability!

The likelihood of him forging an Extremity Foundation even without an Extremity Panacea that was less than 1%...he could also distort this as he didn't even truly need the Extremity Panaceas here!

This was his power that caused the Elders of the Sima Clan to favor him and allow him to do what he wished all these years, attaining resources that others couldn't even imagine.

He could use this reality altering capability actively or passively as one of the few passive distorted probabilities was the fact that...there was a 0% chance for his defenses to be penetrated by any outside sources of essence at all times.

Distorting such a likelihood took over a fourth of his Aeonic Soul Values out of circulation to always keep it active, but it granted him an immense level of confidence and protection as this probability would not be altered until every part of his soul was used up!

So even though this being displayed inexplicable means with his Dynamis of Extremity...Erikson still trusted in his capability to distort the very Probabilities of Reality as the things he had shown...were only the tip of the iceberg!

So his figure continued towards the Crimson Extremity Panaceas as he thought about how to distort reality to recruit this unique existence before him...

As for the 8 beings in the center of stellar dust all around them...

Nobody dared to even direct their hostility towards these 8 Reified Sources of Extremity after what a single one of them had just done.

Grimness filled the space with floating obelisks as the dense silence became even more firm, with it seeming that nobody would truly dare to show any sense of hostility towards these beings after this!

But...even in a field of geniuses, there would always be an idiot or two.