The sands of the Early Veiled Shore pulsed, golden blood sinking like ink into memory.
The decapitated body of the Living Paradox, a monument to what once reigned with unchallenged terror, was slowly, almost reverently, being pulled beneath the surface.
The dunes beneath Noah's feet shifted with intent, as if the very shore were breathing him in, syncing to his tempo. Lines of gold veined out like living roots, pulsing with light as they commected to him.
And then came the surge.
HUUM!
A wave of complexity, immeasurable and ancient, poured into him like floodwaters breaching a crumbling dam. It roared, crashing through every line of his existence!
|Your body is taking the converted nutrients of something equivalent to 75 Sacred Bodies of Early Living Marine Lifeform.|
A second prompt shimmered into place right after the first, etched in pure blue light.
