Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4122

Chapter 4122 The Breaking Point! II

Foreboding waves of information came!

And what the Tribe Memebers of the Verdant Eternia Tribe saw of the future possibilities...made many faces crumple with difficult expressions.

War. The visions were unanimous in their revelation. In the next few minutes, if things continued on their current trajectory, there would be violence that

reshaped this whole region.

The imagery was clear- bodies of Early Creatures broken across dimensions, the Verdant Eternia Tribe's markers erased and replaced with Gilgamesh's symbol, decimation that would echo through eons.

The visions also showed which side would win.

It wasn't even close.

Defection tracking beginning

First defector rising... now

Identity: Young herb gardener, 847 million years old

Motivation analysis: 73% survival instinct, 27% practical calculation

One by one, some members of the Eternia Tribe began to float upward. Their faces carried apology like weight they couldn't shed, expressions of guilt mixing with relief as they drifted toward Lysander's forces.

A young Early Creature who had tended the herb gardens looked back once at Persephona, tears of liquid starlight trailing down her face, before turning away and ascending to join the golden-robed army.

Psychological profile of Persephona:

Registering micro-expressions of pain with each defection

She's deliberately not watching them leave

Making their betrayal casier by not acknowledging it

Noah understood the system's analysis aligned with his own observations. This was leadership at its most painful...holding to principle while watching others choose pragmatism!

An elder who had been with the tribe since its founding rose slowly, his ancient form trembling with the weight of choosing survival over principle.

He didn't look back...he couldn't bear to see the family he was abandoning.

More followed. Not a flood but a steady trickle- perhaps one in ten choosing immediate safety over probable destruction.

Each departure was a knife in the communal heart, but also understandable. They had seen the future. They knew what resistance meant!

|Final Defection Count: 11.3%

Within predicted parameters

Remaining forces: 290 Early Creatures]

Enemy forces: 97 plus new defectors]

Mathematical outcome: Still unfavorable]

Suggestion: Consider creative solutions beyond direct confrontation

Additional suggestion: Running is creative, right?

...!

Persephona remained standing, her gaze fixed on Lysander alone.

Those who knew her could see the hurt in her eyes...each departure a personal betrayal, each abandonment a crack in the unity she had spent eons building. Yet she didn't turn to watch them go. She didn't make their choice harder by acknowledging it, didn't add guilt to their survival by meeting their eyes.

She understood. Even as it hurt her, even as it weakened her position, she understood that not everyone could put principle before existence.

That survival instinct was perhaps the most fundamental force in reality, older than courage, stronger than loyalty.

But she would not abandon her principles. Not for safety. Not for survival. Not even for the tribe members who were choosing differently.

The strength of her conviction radiated through her verdant aura, making it burn brighter even as her forces diminished!

This was what true leadership looked like!

It was not forcing others to follow but standing firm even when they chose not 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

to.

Noah, still frozen but now frozen with the strength of mountains, watched this drama unfold through his enhanced perception. The borrowed power of quadrillion let him feel every emotional current, every calculation being made, every heart breaking with choice.

While everyone's focused on the philosophical debate...|

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