Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4027

Chapter 4027: Do Nothing! III

The grove...that monument to impossible agriculture, was gone. In its place was nothing.

The trees hadn’t been destroyed; the concept of their growth had been devoured. The soil hadn’t been scorched; the idea of fertility had been consumed.

Noah looked up through the absence where beauty had been and witnessed something that transcended his understanding.

The First Farmer stood in the space above, holding a farming hoe that looked simple except for how reality bent around it in reverence. The tool dripped with something that might have been blood.

At his feet, or what served as feet for a being of his scale, lay the massive leg of an Early Creature, severed at the thigh. Crimson-gold droplets gushed from it like rivers, each drop containing enough authority to create or destroy Folds!

But it was the Farmer’s expression that struck Noah.

Viltharion, the One Who Gazed Upon THE Living Spirit, was crying!

Stellar tears rolled down features that had been carved by eons of patient work, each drop containing the condensed sorrow of watching everything he had built be destroyed in moments.

When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of grief transformed into rage!

"Why must it be like this?"

HUUUM!

The question rang through the devastated space, making even the absence of things pause to listen.

"We till the soil of existence. We plant. We nurture! We ask for nothing but the right to grow our crops in peace. Yet Early Creatures hunt us for sport or madness. Living Existences look down upon us as if we are insects unworthy of consideration. Inevitabilities unmake us for the crime of existing without paradox."

His grip on the hoe tightened, and reality cracked around his fingers.

"We have no Glyphs to protect us. No Authority beyond what time grants through simple endurance. We are the forgotten children of existence, neither transcendent enough to matter nor insignificant enough to be ignored!"

The tears continued to fall, but his voice grew stronger, angrier!

"But I will change things. I WILL change the position of Fold Dwellers, even if I have to hide them in the spaces between Folds themselves! Even if I have to dig beneath Existence to plant gardens where no Early Creature can reach! Even if I have to cultivate Principles in darkness until we become something that cannot be hunted!"

HUUM!

His roar shook the foundations of the domain as in his bellows and rage...he sensed life.

His gaze fell upon Noah...the sole survivor of the carnage.

The anger in those ancient eyes transformed into pity.

"Child," he said, his voice gentling despite the rage that still burned within, "you cannot remain here any longer. You will perish in seconds in a place devoid of the concept of life itself. I will send you...far from here."

He raised the hoe, and reality prepared to obey whatever command would follow.

"If I succeed in my goals, I will save you and all other Fold Dwellers. We will have our place in existence, our safety, our right to simply be." His expression grew complex, mixing determination with sorrow. "For now, take the latest result of my failures, and some fond memories..."

With these words, Viltharion waved his hand. Light erupted around Noah...encompassing, wrapping him in complexity so dense it formed a cocoon of pure authority.

The last thing Noah saw was the First Farmer standing amid devastation, tears still falling as he gazed at farmland that would never grow again.

Never again!

Then space folded, and Noah was elsewhere.

|Your existence has been wrapped by extremely complex authority for Emergency Evacuation across Fold Boundaries. Destination is random.|

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