Lucien's awareness sank into his conceptual space.
His spirit embraced his Divine Energy Core. Above the core rose the Tree of Creation.
And among the branches hung the fruits.
There were dozens of them. And none were fully ripe yet.
Lucien looked up.
The fruits glowed faintly, each one surrounded by thin creation clauses. Some were small and pale. Some were larger, with threads of gold running beneath their skin.
One hung near the center of the tree. It was heavier than the others and its surface was already warmed by the nourishment of divine energy and Lucien's recent Eternal breakthrough.
It was not ready.
But it was closest.
Lucien's eyes sharpened.
He did not have the luxury of waiting.
Before reaching Eternal, he might have only been able to watch the Tree of Creation grow. He could nourish it, benefit from it, and receive its comprehension, but he could not truly command it.
Now, things were different.
The tree had become part of his internal system.
