Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4063

Chapter 4063: Of Glory and Principles! II

Two figures materialized near the floating Seed with the ceremony of those approaching something sacred.

Yoshinami appeared first, her form resolving from possibility into presence.

Her crimson eyes…weapons and windows simultaneously, burned with longing and recognition that spoke of memories too deep for words.

Her dark hair flowed like liquid night, and her dress seemed cut from shadows that had learned to be solid.

Beside her, Heidrun manifested with equal gravity. The goat’s form might have seemed mundane if not for the weight of ages she carried, the knowledge contained in eyes that had seen the rise and fall of concepts themselves.

Both gazed at the Seed with expressions that mixed wonder and pain.

Where they had come from…the Shores of Early Creatures, the Wandering Territories, there had been glimpses of authority like this.

The authority of a Principle. But those had been fading echoes, dying lights of what once was.

Would they truly witness something like that again here? Not just witness, but participate in its birth?

Yoshinami’s voice emerged like a song that had been waiting eons to be sung. It echoed across the Shore with haunting beauty that made Existence and everyone else pay attention!

“Principles were there to protect when all else failed,” she began, her words carrying the weight of witnessed truth. “When Early Creatures hunted with hunger that knew no satiation, Principles stood as shields for those who could not shield themselves. When Inevitabilities devoured with appetite that transcended reason, Principles were there to reverse what should have been irreversible.”

DUM! DUM! DUM!

The beat lf glorious drumbs began to be heard!

Her voice grew stronger, more certain, as if drawing power from memory itself.

“Principles cradled orphans whose parents had been edited from existence. They aided those whose need transcendence what help could provide. Principles…established standing that could not be devoured, foundations that remained when everything else was stripped away.”

The poetry of her words created its own rhythm, its own music that resonated with something fundamental in the Shore itself!

DUM! DUM!

As Yoshinami’s melody continued, the Sacred Totems began to buzz with sympathetic vibration.

Their bells rang out a unique melody…not the hymns they had sung before but something older, more fundamental!

Heidrun began to move, her hooves creating rhythm on the golden sands. But this wasn’t random movement!

This was ritual given form, dance that had been choreographed before choreography existed.

Each strike of hoof on sand echoed melodiously, creating counterpoint to Yoshinami’s words and the Totems’ bells.

|Rituals of old and early bloom once more|

|The Early Veiled Shore is gripped with atmosphere of complexity and glory!|

|Advent of Seed of Perpetual Harvest elevated through ceremony|

|Due to enabling its emergence, the Infiniverse gains right to forge a glorious Glyph- the Kleos Early Living Existential Seed Glyph of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest|

On the Infiniverse’s forehead, light began to coalesce.

Not just any light, but the condensed possibility of what principles meant!

The Kleos Glyph that began forming there wasn’t simply powerful…it was conceptually overwhelming, a mark that declared its bearer had touched something that transcended normal hierarchies of power.

The Infiniverse herself had transformed further.

She now floated above a verdant gold leaf that served as both throne and declaration, mirroring the leaf that supported the Seed itself.

The synchronicity wasn’t coincidence but recognition…the Seed acknowledging its savior by sharing its imagery.

The Glyph continued forming, each line that appeared carrying weight that made space reconsider its properties:

|Grants utilization of 1% of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest’s power| 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

|Historical Record of Seed of Perpetual Harvest shall unfold|

|All witnesses shall receive boons of harvest|

…!

Before everyone’s consciousness, the green-gold light resolved into scene and substance.

A history began to unfold before them!

Glorioud scenes that many never even imagined.

They found themselves observing…not traveling to but witnessing, the Earliest Folds.

A place countless eons ago, when principles were ideas rather than forces.

The scene that unfolded showed the First Farmer in his element.

He stood in a farming plot where green-gold seeds grew in patterns that suggested mathematics given agricultural form.

The First Farmer himself appeared surprisingly humble…not the towering figure of legend but someone who looked like they had spent eternity working soil that existed before soil was invented.

His hands showed calluses from handling tools that shaped Existence itself, and his eyes carried the particular weariness of someone who had failed more times than success was possible.

He held a single seed, cradling it with the care one might show a newborn universe.

“What I envision for you,” he said to the seed…and impossibly, incredibly, the seed was listening, “is to embody perpetual harvest. Not just endless growth, but the principle that effort invested should always yield returns.”

…!

Effort invested should always yield returns!

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