Fugitive
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Last published Sun, Apr 8, 2018
Elias sucked in a breath of cold air and trembled with excitement. He had done it; perfected the use of life essence energy. Just as life essence was used to construct bodies during conception, he would use it to contsruct objects, but these objects were all but ordinary. They would be made from pure life energy! Wood would no longer rot, metal wouldn't rust. The objects would be like humans. Added to that the pure life energy used to create them: They would last forever.
Life Essence within a person cannot be used as a source of energy, only by obtaining the life essence of other organisms can energy be obtained, but, if one is able to convert their own life essence into energy that stayed within the body, their life would be sustained for many more years than normal. If one was then able to acquire more life essence and convert it to life energy, not only would their lifespan increase exponentially, they would also undergo a series of changes resulting in a rapid evolution. However, the human body was incapable of intaking more life essence that it was born with so the theory remained only a theory. But Elias had thought of something. If the limit lay with one's body - it would be tempered. Therefore if the limit lay within one's soul, it too should be tempered.
This was his new goal. His life's greatest achievement would be a program embedded within one's soul. A program that would be made possible with the capabilities of the Life Seed. A program that went against the laws of life itself. Thus the reason why he called it, Fugitive, for it would escape the domineering grasp of life's laws and break into a new realm.
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