The declaration Noah made was not a boast; it was a statement of intent so absolute that the Shore itself seemed to tremble in anticipation!
The golden sands around Nysteria's corpse began to surge, a tidal wave of iridescent particles rising to embrace the fallen Early Creature.
The process was a grotesque and beautiful ballet of consumption. Flesh that had withstood the ravages of eons dissolved, muscle that had held the strength of collapsed Folds unraveled, and authority that had defied the very principles of Origin was stripped away with a terrifying, methodical efficiency!
In moments, all that remained was a pristine, colossal skeleton of obsidian bone, gleaming under the Shore's eternal light, waiting for Ra'Zan.
The rest, the very life force and power of Nysteria, was now a swirling, incandescent cloud of pure, primordial nutrients, drawn into a vortex that centered on Noah.
The Shore had become ridiculously efficient in its devouring of nutrients after its elevation!
