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.

lesson I will engrave deeply in

reset and fully 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

…!

left

that lands

Seeds will be gone as new ones

so simply as Basileus Anaine

this to

Al-Abalem waved his hands towards her dismissively while he began to grasp more Fruits of

that may not be utterly 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 a

…!

only stopped briefly at this, her eyes radiating a

it easy, you aren't as young as you used to

these words, she bowed

the throne at the head of the table,

a moment later, the figures

frozen record lost in the eons of

Dikastes of Extremity as his eyes began

to do

feeling he had in his mind, but he

of

peers into the weaving of a new

chosen target

existence burned as tendrils of vermillion light jumped from the visage

there seemed to be heavy friction