Many were knocked unconscious!
Of those that remained awake, their Existence buzzed as their complexity and purity exploded upwards in a sowhat controlled manner!
Instantly, a second Basic Early Living Existential Glyph of Ruination began to form on the body of Ruination.
On the Infiniverse, an unknown reaction seed to occuring with her as like blooming singularities, the Basic Early Living Existential Glyphs of Manadynamics, Continuity, and Dreams all blood simultaneously- her eyes vibrating with terrifying brilliance as one must not forget...the Early Veiled Shore...was locaded within her.
In her center.
Literally.
So what would it an for her when the Early Veiled Shore continued to unlock its wonders?
Moiraine almost dropped to her knees on the side as her entire existence felt like it was quivering, her already trendous complexity and purity...shockingly rising faster than it ever had before.
Her eyes trembled as within their depths, she could not help but howl out against the foolishness of Diviticus and her ntor!
How foolish were they to have actually gone against this being?!
HUUM!
The bucket shone.
So did the eyes of those shocked who remained conscious as the shocking process seed to just be getting started!
Noah kept milking as he mads sure his Mother, Son, Adelaide, and all others were okay.
He then stared at Heidrun with quiet wonder. "Where do you co from?" he asked calmly. "Do you know where others like you dwell? Do you know where the Early Creatures might still be?"
...!
Heidrun shimred, its arrogant eyes lazing around.
The goat’s only response was a dignified snort.
A new prompt answered him instead.
|Very little additional records can be obtained regarding the origins of the Early Living Land Lifeform, Heidrun, at this mont.|
...!
He nodded.
It figured.
The milk flowed. The Sacred ad of Existence flowed!
Until...
BZZT!
Noah blinked.
The udder resisted his grasp. Heidrun stepped back with a final, triumphant shake of her glimring coat. Her eyes glead. Then she turned and began to trot away.
|Heidrun has produced as much Sacred ad of Existence as she desires at this ti. If you wish to collect more in the future, present her with her favorite delicacy.|
Noah remained sitting, the golden bucket pulsing before him. Heidrun strutted away, her expression smug, tail flicking with casual power as she returned to bask beneath the Sacred Totem’s glow.
He stared after her, shaking his head.
Then, he laughed!
It slipped out slow and full. His smile widened, eyes lifting to the skies as the breeze kissed his face.
"You know," he said quietly, to no one and everyone, "I’ve always wanted to be a farr."
HUUM!
And for the briefest mont in the folds of existence, under a sparkling sky and upon golden sand that pulsed with ancestral might, Noah Osmont felt as if he truly were...a farr.
All it required was to find and unlock the wonder that was the Early Veiled Shore!
The bucket of Sacred ad of Existence glowed faintly where it sat in the golden sands, its surface calm and still, as if aware of its own impossible worth.
Noah’s gaze remained locked on it, his expression unreadable but deeply contemplative.
Unimaginably contemplative!
Around him, the sand of the Early Veiled Shore shifted softly, humming with an unseen rhythm, and below his bare feet, he could feel the tremor of sothing glorious moving.
Inside his being, Towers began to shudder.
A subtle quake of acceleration.
The early Towers of Osmont that would have taken a great deal of to form a single vein or layer now pulsed with progress. More than that, deep within the core of his existence, the Ventryalis, the Primal Root Atrium of Echoes, moved.
It had been crawling before.
Crawling despite everything he’d done, despite all the complexity he’d built, all the purity he’d burned through!
Now, it surged...just from him breathing the scent released by the Sacred ad of Existence!
1%... 2%... 3%...
Every second, his Ventryalis inched forward in its completion, as if the golden milk in that bucket was reaching into him, humming softly to the rhythm of sothing quintessential!
And he hadn’t even tasted it yet.
Around this ti...
BOOM!
The air above the Early Veiled Shore rippled.
Noah’s eyes lifted, glazed with distant starlight as he turned his gaze toward the faraway battlefield, where he could sense it- faintly but clearly.
The clash between Living Origins and Living Paradoxes in the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
A silent war, loud only to those whose perception could reach across threads of Existence.
His voice was quiet, low, more to himself than anyone around him, but heavy with thought.
But Moiraine listened in her stupor and fascination.
Any others who could listen, listened.
"There is...a strange cruelty to the weavings of Existence," he murmured, contemplative!
"A war wages not far from here. A war of truths and contradictions, of beings locked in endless opposition. They struggle, bleed, scream with purpose, chasing absolutes. And yet, here... here, sothing unimaginable has blood quietly..."
HUUM!
His existence buzzed with unknown epiphanies as his complexity and purity surged!
While Living Paradoxes and Living Origins hurl their authority and philosophy at one another, they cannot see it. Perhaps they never would!
Life moved differently for many. So beings run, so stand still.
So, like Noah, walked into forgotten places!
He didn’t win a war or claim a throne to have what he had now. He simply made a series of choices... to seek. To wander. And sohow, that led him here.
His eyes were unimaginably bright as his voice echoed out, mainly to himself.
"Sotis, what matters most is simply where we choose to stop walking."
WAA!
His hand gripped the handle of the bucket.
"If only...they could understand that."
The Sacred ad pulsed with light, the milky golden liquid shimring like starlit honey. Just the scent of it, just the nearness, had propelled his Towers forward.
What would a taste do?
He lifted the bucket slowly. It felt heavier than its size should allow. An existential weight, not a physical one.
Then, with the silence of inevitability, he drank.
A gulp.
Roughly...two hundred droplets of the Sacred ad of Existence slid down his throat.
And...
Oh!
BOOM!
The air bent around him.
His body jerked with such violent force that a ripple of golden and cerulean light burst out in all directions!
Only his status as an Early Creature kept his fra from disintegrating outright. Even still, he staggered half a step, and a low exhale escaped his lips.
He was burning.
Gloriously burning with multicolored, and yet dull, archaic light!
He was ascending!
Within him...
|The Ventryalis – The Primal Root Atrium of Echoes, the first part of the Heart of an Early Creature, is going towards a glorious completion from the exposure to the droplets of the Sacred ad of Existence.|
|A Profound and Quintessential change is occurring within your existence due to the consumption of sothing unimaginably complex.|
|81 Drops of Blood of an Early Creature have been generated in the Ventryalis!|
|162 Drops of Blood of an Early Creature have been generated in the Ventryalis!!|
|324 Drops of Blood of an Early Creature have been generated in the Ventryalis!!!|
His heart...it was forming!
The Heart of an Early Creature, a beating construct of power, of lineage, of age.
The air changed.
HUUM!
An old sound. A trembling weight passed through the folds of the Early Veiled Shore. All life paused!
Moiraine stepped back, breath caught in her throat!
Even Heidrun, the arrogant goat whose pride exceeded the sky, turned toward him.
She stared at Noah in silence.
And then, finally- nodded.
Affirmation.
As if to say, yes.
Now you are beginning to beco what you were always ant to be. What you should be!
The aura of age swelled from Noah like thunder without sound, like stars being born in the lungs of a dead universe! Like Omniverses being born in dry frequencies of the Wheel!
And it did not stop.
Oh, it did not stop!
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