While all that happened when Eira took Marcus back home— at the moment something else had been happening— the Great Immortal God's Core did not survive inside Phei long enough for him to properly understand what devouring something of that level was supposed to feel like— the instant he drew the Core into himself, the Primordial Lotus had reacted as though it had been waiting for precisely that offering.
White-gold radiance collapsed inward from every direction. The immense celestial curtains surrounding Phei tightened around him in slow, majestic folds while the Great Immortal God's Core sank toward the burning center beneath his chest. Dense divine power churned within it, carrying the accumulated weight of an existence that had once stood so impossibly far above Phei that even comparing them would have bordered on comedy.
Dark-golden currents erupted across its surface, ancient Essence had pressed outward as though Habin's remains still possessed some left over will.
