At these words, The First Farmer 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 seemed 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 element maintaining his cohesion.
