Hundreds of thousands surrounded a square plot of land shining with bronze-green earth, soil that carried concentrated essence of agricultural principles refined across eons.
The numbers could have swelled to billions or even sextillions if a portion of all those residing under The First Farmer's protection across scattered Domains and Wheels of Existence had been permitted to attend.
They surrounded what would become The First Farmer's grave, and at this moment, Elyndra had wrapped her father's body in green cloth woven from living plants that would return him to the earth he had spent existence cultivating.
She laid him down gently onto the center of the farm plot, planting and returning seed to soil from which new growth might eventually emerge.
Off to the side, Noah watched with calmness.
