Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

2892 Unforgivable! III

His words were calm, but it felt like all the surrounding reality turned icy as in the next instant, Basileus Anaine emotionlessly sank to her knees!

Yes, Father. Useless Progeny often disappoint, but they learn from their mistakes. They'll make sure something like this doesn't happen again.

"So you say…" The words rolled out of his mouth as if every single one could shatter the core of an entity at the Ninth Gradation of Extremity.

"Mistakes…they are costly to power. The Fruits of Existence are power. We extract and squeeze the lands and the Seeds within them for eons to steadily produce this source of power, and losing a portion of it will be a source of weakness that other Legacies will come to know. Like rats, I can already feel some sniffing around. So, how does my Daughter think I prepare for emergencies like this? To be ready for failures that when they do occur, my position won't be the least bit shaken?"

He chewed the Fruit of Existence in his mouth while twirling another in his right hand.

His face emanated sharp masculine beauty and grace, his eyes shining like clear lanterns that could see through everything as the surrounding existence was very calm around him!

Basileus Anaine rose from her kneeling position with a calm expression as her gaze focused on the Fruit of Existence dangling in her father's hands.

Since Father has stated that the Fruits of Existence are power, then naturally…you must have a great deal of them- more than what all others believe you have. That way, even if you lose some, you will still hold more power than what others believe.

"Precisely, daughter." A small, barely discernible smile formed as the ends of the lips of the Archon Basileus Al-Abalem curved.

"The biggest lesson I can pass to you my daughter, is to not just fool others with the weavings of your power, but to also fool yourself. Never let others know the extent of your power, nor should your existence ever be limited by what you believe is the extent of your power."

Akin to an elder teaching a child, the Archon Basileus Al-

Abalem spoke.

Standing on the marbled floor, Basileus Anaine smiled brightly, her eyes not veiling a sharp light within them as she looked at her father.

father, is a lesson I will engrave deeply

cleansed. All the Seeds being Cultivated this whole time will be gone as while new ones arise, the extraction of Fruits of Existence will be arduously slow. Our Legacy will not be able to earn much profit in the near term as to keep up appearances, we still need to

…!

left

stated that lands would

Seeds will be gone as

spoke so simply as Basileus Anaine just gave

this

words, the Archon Basileus Al-Abalem waved his hands towards her dismissively while he began to grasp more Fruits of Existence,

useless tools in the grand scheme of things. Those that may actually carry the Legacy of Al-Abalem across eons with me and not cause me

…!

her eyes radiating a sharp glow as she

as young as

words, she bowed and

the throne at the head of the table, the Archon

moment later, the figures of

a frozen record lost in

Dikastes of Extremity as his eyes began

to

a feeling he had in

power of his existence and directed it

Weaver of Extremity peers into the weaving of a new subject before

and authorities, the chosen target is Abodax of the Legacy

jumped from the visage of

frozen as there seemed to