At these words, The First Farr 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 seed 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 elent maintaining his cohesion.
And now... his existence flickered like candle in windstorm, about to extinguish at any mont.
Noah observed this being with calm that suggested neither satisfaction nor regret, rely acceptance of natural consequence. Deep within his existence, The Principle of Perpetual Harvest was buzzing with unusual intensity.
A prompt blood with somber weight.
The Principle of Perpetual Harvest senses the imminent termination of imnse efforts from the one who nurtured its Seed from initial manifestation.
The First Farr, its original cultivator, approaches final cessation.| Perpetual Harvest acknowledges debt that can never be repaid.
...!
When Perpetual Harvest confird what was unfolding, Noah calmly waved his hand.
In the next mont, Elyndra materialized beside him...confusion evident on her features before she registered her father's condition.
She rushed to his side imdiately, shock transforming into desperate concern.
Noah spoke with voice carrying clinical detachnt.
"Your father is dying. This is his collapse."
...!
Elyndra's expression transford into frantic desperation as she knelt beside The First Farr.
"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 Farr. Had made his judgnt 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 ntally 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.
Her voice erged broken.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Father. I should have... I could have..."
The dying First Farr continued coughing and wheezing, crimson
eyes filled with blood as his gaze turned toward his
daughter...attempting to communicate sothing, perhaps
forgiveness or final instruction, but lacking strength to form coherent
words.
Monts later...
Silence descended.
Absolute silence replaced the sounds of struggle and failing respiration.
A being that had been of imnse power...perished like any old manaless human.
In that silence, Noah felt his existence buzzing with renewed intensity as grandeur of Perpetual Harvest blood heavily
throughout his being.
Prompts manifested with ceremonial gravity:
PERPETUAL HARVEST - GRIEF AND GRATITUDE
The Principle of Perpetual Harvest weeps for the collapse of the one who initially attempted to nurture it from seed to maturity.
Effort is effort, even failed effort carries weight and aning.
All the failed efforts of The First Farr are being gathered by Perpetual Harvest into grand Harvest of Collapse.
This accumulated essence will be directed toward Foundation Palisades as final gift from the original cultivator.
The Principle of Perpetual Harvest will undergo a heavy period of accelerated accumulation and enhanced potency.
1200 Primus Mana Glyphs of Perpetual Harvest can now be ford.|
Each Primus Mana Glyph of Perpetual Harvest can perform the following Empowernt effect:|
-Next 24 hours following The First Farr's collapse: Grant 1
Quintillion Complexity and Purity temporarily
-After 24-hour period concludes: Standard effect reduces to 0.25
Quintillion per Glyph
MORIAL DECLARATION:
"Even in collapse, the harvest continues. Every effort, successful or
failed, feeds the infinite cycle. The First Farr planted seeds across eons. So withered. So were stolen. But the final harvest... the final harvest belongs to those who continue tending the fields after the original farr has departed."|
The body of The First Farr ceased all movent entirely, becoming
nothing more than empty vessel from which consciousness had
permanently fled.
Elyndra held onto that cooling form as she wept, bellowing her grief across the Sanctuary that would now require new stewardship. Noah stood calmly nearby, gaze fixed on what could have been...on
the Civilization of Farming that might have flourished if different choices had been made at critical junctures. With brilliant eyes reflecting both his own advancent and recognition of another's fall, he spoke words that carried weight of epitaph and eternal truth.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We live, and we die, but the Harvest
continues."
...!
The wind across the Sanctuary carried his words throughout the
domain, and sowhere in the distance, the Trees of Principles seed to bow slightly...acknowledging passage of their original cultivator while accepting transition of stewardship to another. The Harvest, indeed, continued.
The First Farr, that enigmatic and powerful being who had once opposed tyranny with every fiber of his existence...had succumbed to injuries dealt by THE Living Emotive and perished.
This news propagated across the Sanctuary with velocity, spreading
through existential connections binding all residents of this agricultural domain.
It reached those who had resided here for eons, and shocked the
Living Existences who had only recently arrived seeking alliance. The mysterious and formidable First Farr was dead?!
It constituted terrifying and terrible revelation, but the manner in
which natives of the Sanctuary received this information revealed layers beneath surface shock.
Their expressions showed they had already possessed so awareness, that even though his actual collapse proved surprising in its timing, this outco was sothing they had been anticipating with dread certainty.
The decline had been visible to many. The deterioration inevitable to
those who knew.
So at this ti, near a simple farmland that represented everything The First Farr had valued, the weak and the strong of the Sanctuary gathered in unprecedented assembly to lay him to rest!
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