Time flowed with the grace of water, allowing three whole days to feel the river of tomorrow. During this tender period for those at the losing end of an explosively sudden war of creation, sighs of relief, frustration, anger, helplessness, and acceptance occurred countless times.
And the cause of it all was in his palatial abode, resting comfortably in the company of not one, not two, but three women. They slumbered out of satisfied exhaustion, but the person responsible was wide awake without the slightest hint of tiredness anywhere. A refined body of a Stellar Paragon was born based on recovery and limitless evolution to withstand increasingly higher grades, quantity, and volatile energies.
After Magus' birth, the Mark of Eden had become a part of its foundation, thereby granting his physical energies an unprecedentedly pure lifeforce. A single drop of his blood would be a heavenly tonic, no different than the purest heavenly liquids of the transcendent Mystic-Earth grade.
