The blatant, impossible lie shattered THE Living Emotive's existence. It stood frozen, unable to process the betrayal.
The euphoria that had elevated it to unimaginable heights was replaced by a crushing despair so profound it threatened to dissolve its very being.
"How pathetic," THE Living Dimensional said, turning back to Emotive with disgust. "Making false claims for credit? You need to do better. Act with the grandeur befitting our station, not this emotional grasping."
"It's unseemly," THE Living Spirit added, its voice a cold whisper. "We are THE Living Existences, not children fighting over toys.
"Perhaps if you focused on actual achievement rather than emotional outbursts," THE Living Elemental suggested, its form solidifying into an immovable pillar of contempt, "you wouldn't need to fabricate accomplishments."
THE Living Emotive stood there, absorbing each word like an arrow to the heart, while its gaze remained locked on Magnus.
