Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4062

Chapter 4062: Of Glory and Principles! I

She could only watch the distant scene of the man who had made her kneel for a drop of wonder. The memory burned, but as she examined it more carefully, she wondered whether maintaining hostility was wise when previously they had maintained a decent, even productive relationship.

Her mind calculated possibilities with the speed of someone who had played political games for eons.

He had the trust of the Young Miss.

Now the trust of Duke Whisker.

Duke Gwendolyn had lived long enough to see empires rise and fall on the strength of a few key relationships. She had witnessed friendships that reshaped reality and enmities that unmade Folds. Words alone could forge or ruin everything.

She clenched her fists, feeling the weight of what needed to be done.

For the sake of the Young Miss, didn’t she say she would do anything? If swallowing her pride and rebuilding bridges with Osmont was required, then that’s what she would do. Not because she wanted to, but because necessity demanded it.

All for the sake of Order.

For the sake of the Young Miss.

“Okay.”

The word emerged as both acceptance and determination. She breathed deeply, then dove into the depths of her existence to rewire her mentality.

It was a skill all long-lived beings developed…the ability to consciously adjust their perspectives when circumstances demanded it.

Moments later, she reached out again, but this time her mental touch sought Osmont directly.

“We… no, I,” she began, the correction showing her commitment to taking personal responsibility, “wish to simply ascertain that the Young Miss is safe and to meet with her. What do you want in return for this? What do you want from the Living Origins? From a Duke like me that I could provide?”

The message carried sincerity that cost her more than any treasure could have.

But sometimes, the most valuable currency in existence was the willingness to admit you might have been wrong!

In the market below, Noah’s smile grew slightly wider, though he continued serving customers as if nothing had changed.

He continued his movements with other bodies throughout existence, and truly, he was in a good mood at this moment.

The transformation of the Infiniverse into the Infinite Early Osmontian Shore was something worthy of celebration!

Far from Aeternitas Concordia.

In the Early Veiled Shore.

The overwhelming white-gold light that had bathed everything began to dim, drawing itself inward to be contained within the Infiniverse’s form.

The light didn’t disappear…it concentrated, becoming something more potent through compression.

|The Infinite Early Osmontian Shore stands for the sake of elevating none other than The Early Creature, Osmont|

The prompt buzzed before Noah’s perception with weight that transcended simple notification. This was a declaration of singular dedication that reshaped what the Infiniverse could become!

|During transformation, the Infiniverse is dedicating emerging complexity as the Infinite Early Osmontian Shore toward immediate assistance of her Master, and is converging authority of all accumulated True Sources and complexity of her transformation for the understanding of the Failed Seed of Perpetual Harvest|

HUUM!

More prompts cascaded with information that made Noah’s eyes narrow with focus.

|The Infiniverse foregoes additional features beyond current Early Veiled Shore capabilities|

|Singular focus: Understanding the failure of the First Farmer.|

|The Failed Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest sheds its failure|

|The Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest has been born!|

BOOM!

The moment arrived with force that made existence itself take notice.

On the plot where the Failed Seed had rested in patient failure for untold eons, something unprecedented occurred.

The seed began a change that transcended its own nature!

A terrifyingly radiant green-gold seed arose from the soil, its emergence causing ripples through reality that would be felt in places that hadn’t been invented yet. The seed appeared as a golden core with a verdant leaf flowing behind and beneath it, as if the leaf were both shadow and throne, support and declaration.

Titano, massive and ancient, felt his existence buzz with recognition that transcended memory.

For the first time since his awakening, he felt belonging…fundamental rightness. The aura emanating from the seed matched something within him, something that predated his consciousness.

An aura of ancientness. The quality of having existed before existence properly organized itself.

A glimpse of…a Principle!

He looked toward Noah and the radiant Infiniverse with an expression that his simple features struggled to convey.

Was this actually home? Not just a place to be, but a place where his nature was understood, even celebrated?

His eyes buzzed with possibility!

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