The stream of golden essence pulsed with overwhelming power and an unmistakable sense of self. It was not merely energy; it was identity itself, the core component of a soul, the primordial spark from which existence takes shape.
This was Primordial Essence, but not just any kind. The force contained within it was vast beyond comprehension, pure to an extreme that defied natural limits, and as soon as it manifested, the entire ruined city began to tremble under its presence.
It hovered high above the shattered landscape, radiating pressure that distorted the environment. Thunder roared without clouds, gravity bent unnaturally, and fragments of stone and debris rose from the ground as if drawn upward by an invisible force. The ruins of the once-mighty city quivered, reacting instinctively to the overwhelming authority of that essence. It was searching, scanning, as though guided by an unbreakable instinct.
The moment it located its target, it did not hesitate.
