Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4415

Chapter 4415: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust!

At these words, The First Farmer erupted with maddened power, authority flaring desperately as his gaze turned livid with combination of rage and terror.

He roared with voice that made surrounding space tremble.

"I have only lived virtuously! I have not conducted any-"

GUH!

Massive globule of blood erupted from his mouth mid-declaration, staining the blue-gold Primus Mana platform with crimson evidence of internal collapse.

He tumbled backward, body losing all coordination as he began wheezing violently.

His form trembled weakly as he raised shaking hand to point accusingly at Noah, attempting to articulate condemnation but managing only...

"You... you...!"

He began choking on his own blood as eruption of desperate power seemed to have catastrophically exacerbated his deteriorating condition.

This entire encounter, having his singular remaining hope of reclaiming Perpetual Harvest definitively removed, appeared to be the final element maintaining his cohesion.

And now... his existence flickered like candle in windstorm, about to extinguish at any moment.

Noah observed this being with calm that suggested neither satisfaction nor regret, merely acceptance of natural consequence. Deep within his existence, The Principle of Perpetual Harvest was buzzing with unusual intensity.

A prompt bloomed with somber weight.

|The Principle of Perpetual Harvest senses the imminent termination of immense efforts from the one who nurtured its Seed from initial manifestation.|

|The First Farmer, its original cultivator, approaches final cessation.|

|Perpetual Harvest acknowledges debt that can never be repaid.|

...!

When Perpetual Harvest confirmed what was unfolding, Noah calmly waved his hand.

In the next moment, Elyndra materialized beside him...confusion evident on her features before she registered her father’s condition.

She rushed to his side immediately, shock transforming into desperate concern.

Noah spoke with voice carrying clinical detachment.

"Your father is dying. This is his collapse."

...!

Elyndra’s expression transformed into frantic desperation as she knelt beside The First Farmer.

"What transpired? He was stable! He should have retained many years before deterioration reached critical threshold..."

...!

She embraced her father as he continued coughing and choking on his own blood, his existence rapidly fading like light dimming toward extinction.

His body appeared sicker with each passing second, flesh becoming translucent, essence bleeding away into surrounding atmosphere.

Elyndra turned toward Noah with expression mixing hope and desperation.

"Can you do anything? Can Perpetual Harvest possibly...?"

She looked at him with eyes carrying possibility of salvation, seeking miracle that might reverse what was clearly inevitable.

Noah... shook his head calmly.

He had released The First Farmer. Had made his judgment and rendered his verdict.

He looked at this being who had once been magnificent!

Observed the Sanctuary where genuine Civilization of Farming could have flourished under proper guidance.

And he could only think one thing, repeated mentally with weight of waste recognized.

What a waste. What an absolute waste of potential.

...!

Elyndra grasped her father’s failing form as tears spilled from her eyes, grief overwhelming composure she had maintained throughout previous discussions.

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