In another area of the ancient forest, Ozymandias moved like a plague of consumption given form.
His body had become a blur of obsidian-gold light, and everywhere that light touched, existence disappeared.
Trees that had stood for epochs vanished into his hunger. Vegetation that contained primordial wisdom was devoured without ceremony. The very air itself was consumed, leaving behind voids that reality scrambled to fill.
His form had abandoned any pretense of humanoid structure, becoming instead a terrifying mass of hungry tentacles that reached through dimensions to feed. Each tendril was a separate mouth, each mouth an abyss that could never be filled.
Vegetation devoured: 847 million tons
Purity gained: +730,000,000,000|
Ancient Oak consumed: +120,000,000,000
Primordial fungi network: +80,000,000,000...
The prompts flashed incessantly!
Noah felt every sensation through his secondary body...the intoxicating rush of consumption, the way each devoured thing added to his existence. His eyes, manifesting within the writhing mass, flashed with cold tyrannical light.
His main body had been forced to traverse back, and Noah burned with both glory and indignation.
Glory, because he had obtained something unimaginable...half the corpse of a creature approaching Early Creature level. That single prize would fuel advancements of unknown scale.
Indignation, because he'd had a full hour with the power of an Early Creature, yet it seemed he would only ever have seconds to use it.
There was so much he wanted to accomplish, so much he could do if given just a little more time...
But...
Your blatant consumption has drawn significant attention
The Early Creature hunting you has triangulated your position
Arrival time: Less than 3 seconds
All possible escape paths have been analyzed
No creatures below 1 Quadrillion complexity within reach
No hiding spots that would fool the hunter]
No tactical advantages available]
Recommendation: Initiate Temporal Traversal immediately
There are no other viable options]
Noah absorbed these warnings as his existence buzzed with further defiance. Instead of retreating, he allowed the borrowed power to flow even more freely. Ozymandias accelerated, becoming not just a consumer but an event...a black hole of hunger that rearranged this region of the First Folds through absence. Everything within a fold light-year radius began flowing toward him. Not pulled by gravity but by hunger so pure it created its own force!
HUUM!
Trees, stones, concepts themselves...all flowing into the endless appetite that was Ozymandias.
He didn't want to leave. Twenty hours remained on the blessing. A full hour to experience Early Creature power, to hunt, to grow, to-
"Outsider."
Khor's voice cut through his defiance with surgical precision.
"Do not jeopardize everything for possibilities. You will have many possibilities in the future. But if part of your existence is caught here- by Early Creatures, by Gilgamesh's forces...you will not even be given the option to traverse back. Your existence would become unfathomably complicated."
Her consciousness fragment pulsed with serious concern.
"I know it's frustrating when you feel on the cusp of everything. But you need to return, Outsider. Now."
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