Primordial Life sat in the heart of his domain, covered by fleshy tendrils from the roots of his Tree of Life, as they purged the annihilation from his body.
Oceans of decaying blood poured from his body, but he had the life force to heal any wound given enough time. Among the Primordials, he was the one who was capable of enduring injuries that should have required him to spend Origin Force, instead of doing so, he just used his concept to cleanse himself.
A large wound was on his chest, exposing his beating heart, and the flesh surrounding the wound was filled with countless roots smaller than the silk of a spider, each root injecting enough life force to enrich a dimension.
His flesh around the wound bubbled and hissed as if filled with acid, causing a large amount of black blood to pour from it. Reaching out, Primordial Life cupped some of the black liquid in his palm and brought it to his face.
