At such words, THE Creature didn't flinch or show the tremors of a cornered animal, for he only offered a brutal and unsettling smile that seemed out of place on his ancient face.
Right now, he felt a strange and piercing sense of freedom and sadness that nobody else could understand, for he was free because he was entirely alone, and because he was alone, the weight of his sadness was a physical burden that sat in his chest alongside his power.
Existence was unfair and filled with an adversity that didn't care for the noble intentions of the weak, and he knew it was okay to feel free and sad simultaneously so long as one kept moving forward through the viscera of his own path.
He understood that existence would, by its very nature, remain exactly the way it was…a rigid hierarchy of THE Primeval Ones, THE Gilded Ones, and THE Bounded Lifeforms that would continue for countless eons of consumption unless someone moved to physically shatter the arrangement.
