These other enlightened creatures held sothing within them. Sothing the Tyrant craved with desperate hunger. What Finn could clearly identify as divine essence.
The Tyrant had reached a limit. It could feel the ceiling pressing down on its growth. And while the path of enlightennt had brought it this far, it wasn’t showing a way forward anymore.
So the Tyrant changed tactics.
If enlightennt wouldn’t grant more power, perhaps... devouring divine essence would.
Finn followed the Tyrant’s journey over the following years as it hunted other divine beasts. Tracked them down one by one. Challenged them to combat with the specific purpose of killing and devouring their essence.
So fights were close. A serpent that commanded earth and stone, making the ground itself a weapon. A tiger that moved faster than sight, its claws leaving wounds that refused to heal. A bear that grew larger with each injury it sustained, becoming more dangerous the longer the fight lasted.
So fights were catastrophically one-sided.
The Ferropteryx, when the Tyrant challenged it again after years of growth, proved to be on an entirely different level. It had been holding back in their first encounter. Now it showed its true power, and the Tyrant barely escaped with its life, carrying wounds that would have killed a lesser being.
And then there was the Dragon.
Finn had no words for what he witnessed. The dragon was beyond anything the Tyrant had faced. Beyond anything Finn himself had faced in either of his lives. It commanded multiple elents simultaneously — fire and lightning and raw force. Its very presence bent reality, creating an aura of dominance that made the Tyrant’s power seem like a child’s.
The fight lasted seconds. The Tyrant threw everything it had into the encounter, every technique it had developed, every ounce of power it had accumulated.
The dragon batted it aside like an insect.
The Tyrant crawled away from that encounter broken, burned, barely clinging to life. It took months spent in hiding to recover, licking wounds that would have killed anything else.
But it survived. Because the Tyrant was nothing if not tenacious.
And it continued hunting.
Years passed. Decades. The Tyrant fought humans who had also stepped onto the path of the divine, warriors and mystics who wielded power through lore and worship rather than enlightennt. It consud their essence too, adding their strength to its own.
It beca a legend. A terror. A force of nature that challenged anything and everything in its desperate pursuit of more power.
But Finn, watching from within, finally understood what was really happening.
The Tyrant wasn’t actually getting stronger anymore. Not truly. It was consuming essence, yes. Adding to its reserves. But it wasn’t advancing or breaking through to a higher tier of existence.
It had hit a wall. A limit set not by lack of effort or power, but by the fundantal nature of reality itself.
The Tyrant was stuck at the equivalent of a Rank III Divine being. Imnsely powerful by any standard, but unable to transcend further.
And it wasn’t alone in this predicant.
Finn watched as the Tyrant sought out others like itself. The Ferropteryx, despite their rivalry. Other enlightened beasts who had all reached similar limits.
They gathered. Communicated. Shared their frustration and rage at the invisible ceiling preventing their ascension.
And they ca to a collective realization.
The problem wasn’t their thods or their power or dedication or understanding. The problem was their vessels. Their physical forms. The bodies they were born into.
For the beasts, enlightennt had brought them far. But their base forms, the shells that held their consciousness, acted as shackles. The universe itself had placed limits on how far beings born as re animals could rise.
It was fundantally unfair. They had transcended their origins. They possessed consciousness, power, and will equal to any God born from human worship. But the cosmos didn’t care. It judged them based on what they had been, not what they had beco.
Finn felt the Tyrant’s rage building. He felt this rage being echoed and amplified by every other enlightened beast. This was the source of the mural he had seen in the corridor. This was that mont of ultimate defiance.
The scene unfolded before Finn’s eyes with terrible grandeur on a mountaintop on a clear night.
The Crimson Fist Tyrant stood there, surrounded by others of its kind. The Ferropteryx perched on a nearby peak, its iron wings gleaming in starlight. The dragon from before, no longer an enemy but an ally in this greater struggle. Dozens of other divine beasts, each a legend in their own right.
They roared together. A synchronized challenge to the heavens themselves.
The sound was beyond anything Finn could describe. It was a manifestation of pure will, a collective defiance against the fundantal laws of existence. The mountaintop trembled. The sky shook. Reality itself seed to pause, caught off-guard by the audacity.
For one glorious, impossible mont, Finn actually felt it working. The barriers began to crack. The possibility of transcendence began to open before them as the combined might of their will soared.
Then the heavens answered.
A Great One’s attention was drawn to the abomination that was happening and He turned His gaze upon them.
The weight of that gaze was infinite. Absolute. It imdiately crushed the very concept of their rebellion. Declared it invalid. Erased the possibility of their success from reality itself.
They crumbled imdiately. Both taphysically and spiritually, they fell from their peaks to crawl in the mud like the beasts they’d once been.
All will left the Crimson Fist Tyrant in that mont. Left all of them, in fact. They had reached so high and co so close to breaking through, only to be crushed down with such finality that hope itself seed like a foolish delusion.
Finn felt it too. The devastating completeness of that defeat. The knowledge that they’d given everything and it still wasn’t enough.
The Tyrant didn’t die imdiately. Its body was too tough for that. But its spirit was broken. It crawled away from the mountaintop, found a place to collapse, and simply stayed there. It had given up. A re husky of what it had once beco.
Finn expected the vision to end there. The story was over. The Tyrant had been defeated, and there was nothing more to see.
But the mories continued.
Years passed. The Tyrant’s body lay where it had fallen, slowly being reclaid by nature. Decades blurred by. Then centuries. Millennia.
Trees grew and died around the unmoving form. Mountains eroded. Civilizations rose and fell. The world changed beyond recognition.
The Tyrant’s body beca part of the earth itself, buried under centuries of accumulated soil and growth. Only the faintest spark of life remained, the creature’s impossible vitality refusing to let it die even after all hope was gone.
Finn watched the passage of ti with growing confusion and frustration. Why was he still here? The story was over. The Tyrant had failed and effectively died. What more was there to see?
The answer to that ca after more than a millennium had passed. When the earth covering the Tyrant’s body suddenly broke apart. Soil fell away. Light cracked through for the first ti in over a thousand years.
The Tyrant’s consciousness stirred. Sluggish. Confused. It had forgotten what awareness felt like. Forgotten everything except its utter defeat.
It opened its eyes with great effort, looking up to see the night sky and stars above. The sa stars that had witnessed its greatest failure so long ago.
But besides that, there was sothing else. A silhouette. A figure standing over the Tyrant’s partially unearthed form.
It was a man.
His hand was extended toward the Tyrant in a gesture of help, and nothing of him could be seen in the darkness... Nothing besides his glowing green eyes, that is...
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