Chapter 2892 Unforgivable! III
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.
That, father, is a lesson I will engrave deeply in my heart.
"Good. Now, once 'that' is initiated, many restrictions will also rise as after it…these lands will be 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 will not be able to earn much profit in the near term as to keep up appearances, we still need to keep sending our Eonic Tributes. In this period of time, all of you will need to put in the work and accelerate the Extraction as much as possible."
Horrific words left his mouth casually.
He stated that lands would be reset.
That all Seeds will be gone as new ones would rise!
He spoke so simply as Basileus Anaine just gave a nod.
Understood, Father. I will relay this to the others right away.
After these words, the Archon Basileus Al-Abalem waved his hands towards her dismissively while he began to grasp more Fruits of Existence, his voice echoing out in low tones.
"With your leave, send word for the Mothers to gather here right away. It seems I need to sire more progeny 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 loss."
Basileus Anaine's figure only stopped briefly at this, her eyes radiating a sharp glow as she nodded once more.
Understood. Take it easy, you aren't as young as you used to be, Father.
With these words, she bowed and disappeared.
On the throne at the head of the table, the Archon Basileus Al-
Abalem sneered while devouring more Fruits of Existence as a moment later, the figures of dazzling women began to appear in this space.
In a frozen record lost in the eons of time.
As Emperor Delbert, Noah's figure stared at the massive stature of a Dikastes of Extremity as his eyes began to burn with vermillion colored flames.
He wanted to do something.
It was just a feeling he had in his mind, but he wanted to achieve it.
And so he squeezed every ounce of power of his existence and directed it towards his distinction.
[The Weaver of Extremity peers into the weaving of a new subject before him.]
[Tangled in barriers and authorities, the chosen target is Abodax of the Legacy of Al-Abalem.]
His existence burned as tendrils of vermillion light jumped from the visage of Emperor Delbert and into the white Vitalis Dikastes of Extremity.
The record remained frozen as there seemed to be heavy friction and interferences!
Yet Noah's will had grown to such an extent within the Seventh Gradation of Extremity that it was just enough to enter.
The weavings of this Entity before him started to become clear.
[The Weaver of Extremity has unearthed and stepped into the past weaving of Existence of Abodax of the Legacy of Al-
Abalem.]
[The Synchrony percentage is of Low Tier.]
[The weavings of the life, memories, concepts, and extremes of Abodax become prevalent to you at a small, extremely low level.]
Noah's will felt like a liquid mass that spread rapidly to fill up the vessel that was Abodax.
And he felt as if he was becoming an entirely different form of Existence.
As if the physiology and makeup of who he was now was entirely different from what he always knew!
[You are grasping the weaving of Abodax.]
The first thing he felt were heavy emotions of superiority and pride. Of unblemished confidence and certainty!
And then…information began to flow alongside it.
[Abodax, as seen and understood by the Weavings of the current record, was a Dikastes of Extremity that had recently awakened from a state of Existential Hibernation, his existence once more becoming filled with the unfathomable light of the Fruit of Existence.]