A magnum opus was said to be the greatest work of an artist or craftsman, the singular achievent that defined their existence and stood as testant to everything they had learned and beco.
But this was a limited view.
A magnum opus did not have to be singular. It did not have to be final. The greatest work was not necessarily the last work, nor was it the work that others deed most impressive by their own limited standards of asurent.
Sotis, a magnum opus was simply the work that felt right in the mont of its creation, the achievent that resonated with the deepest parts of one’s being and announced to existence itself that yes, this was what they were capable of, and no, they were not yet finished becoming more.
Noah had many monts of glorious defining achievents scattered across his journey from a tiny blue planet to the primordial depths of existence itself, but at this ti, holding the neck of THE Living Spirit, an entity who he had only ever heard of in the Stories of The Earliest Folds...
This was a mont!
Blue-gold flas billowed over his body and washed over the grayish form of THE Living Spirit with hunger that could not be denied, and as he looked at the many cold eyes of this being who gazed at him calmly even as his existence began to break down, Noah sneered in distaste.
"What a sha. This turns out not to be your main body?"
His grip tightened, flas intensifying.
"What a fucking sha..."
BOOM!
Yes.
The mont he had gotten his hands on THE Living Spirit, he had sought to give him a speedy entry into THE Infinite Desmoterion, to add a Half-Step Absolute Depth legend to his growing collection of imprisoned powers.
But the prompt that rose shattered that ambition.
|Imprisonnt Failure|
|The selected target for THE Infinite Desmoterion is only partially defeated. This manifestation represents a Spirit Body rather than a complete existence.|
|The complete Depth of their Existence still remains untouched in another location. Full subjugation of their core existence is required for imprisonnt.|
|Until that core is captured and defeated, entry into THE Infinite Desmoterion is not possible.|
...!
He couldn’t draw this fucker into his prison as the main component that made up their existence was not here, was sitting safely in so Spirit Shelter within THE Loom while this expendable body fought and died in his place.
It would have been a glorious thing to have a Half-Step Absolute Depth entity in his prison, a legend whose authority he could draw upon and whose knowledge he could extract over eons of careful interrogation!
If he was ambitious enough, he could make it his goal to find Spirit, Elental, Concept, and others to lock them all in his prison, building a collection of THE Living Existences that would make even THE Creature pause!
But if this wasn’t viable...
"The Civilization I am standing over collapses all it has to ."
BOOM!
The Thesis blazed into existence with authority that only soone who had claid The First Tongue could muster, and the body of THE Living Spirit buzzed as cracks began to spread across its surface like fractures appearing in ancient stone.
And yet this being showed absolutely no emotion.
His many gray eyes focused on Noah with the calm acceptance of soone who had already made peace with this particular ending, countless gazes studying the entity who had accomplished what should have been impossible.
"I now know what gives you an edge."
His voice erged from multiple mouths simultaneously, unhurried despite the cracks spreading through his form.
"I have many ways to go about things now. We will et again sooner or later, so be sure to stay alive until then."
The cracks deepened, but still he spoke.
"THE Creature and THE Living Paradox run rampant as they believe everything shall fall to them. Little guys like us also want a piece of the pie, you know? We also have ambitions."
His eyes glead with sothing that might have been camaraderie or might have been manipulation.
"None of us truly back THE Creature or THE Living Paradox or even THE Primordial Chaos. All of us are ultimately seeking our own glory. Even those who follow you or back you... they are likely looking for their own glory. Don’t believe anyone is truly backing your Wa-"
"Get the fuck outta here, man."
BOOM!
Noah’s eyes flashed with tyranny as he interrupted THE Living Spirit’s attempt to sow discord with his dying breaths, refusing to let this legend have the final word even as his existence crumbled.
In the next mont, the Thesis Noah had declared blazed blue-gold with intensity.
The body of THE Living Spirit shuddered violently, cracks spreading through it like porcelain struck by hamrs, and inside those fractures, unfathomable seas of white-gray light roared with the accumulated authority of eons being forcibly released!
Noah opened his mouth like a fiendish beast and devoured it all like a black hole consuming a dying star!
If he couldn’t imprison it, he would eat it.
Eating a Half-Step Absolute Depth THE Living Existence was also bound to be nutritious!
HUUUUM!
|Harvest of Legend!|
|Unfathomable effort has been put in by you and many others in facing a Half-Step Absolute Depth entity of glorious status. The coordination of Fundantal Depth Muspeli Lifeforms, THE Infiniverse, and your assembled forces created conditions where the impossible beca rely improbable.|
|Infinite Potential is harvested and amplified under the Arche of Perpetual Harvest. All participants gain imnsely from this victory.|
|The Weight of a Half-Step Absolute Depth THE Living Spirit is being harvested and devoured. An unfathomable harvest! An impossible harvest given your level!|
|And yet it occurred.|
|Your Claim over The First Tongue is further solidified through this victory. Your Way has beco even clearer, the path forward illuminated by the authority you have consud.|
|Alongside the elevation of your Weight and Imnsity, there is more than enough harvest to accomplish your goals of streamlining your existence. The foundation you have been building can now support the transformations you have been planning.|
HUUUUM!
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