The ravenous scene was a symphony of chaos and consumption.
The thousands of tentacles that surrounded Noah suddenly developed millions of obsidian-gold teeth.
They snapped shut around him, biting down on something invisible within his existence. The air crackled, the Shore buzzed, as if all these teeth were grinding on an immovable, unmakable force.
The invisible thing was unfathomably hard. A curse, a brand from a being of 500+ quadrillion complexity, could not be so easily consumed even if it was an infinitesmal shred!
Some of Ozymandias's teeth cracked, shattered under the strain. But the tentacles, the very essence of inevitability, would not be denied.
Even more teeth reformed, and they continued biting and grinding down. The endless hunger of Ozymandias, The Purest Hunger, had begun to eat away at even this authority.
The process was arduous. Noah's eyes radiated waves of pure, untamed tyranny as he bellowed, his voice a roaring command that echoed across the Shore.
