Juicing on soul steroids.

There are no breaks on the Necromantic gain train.

With the power of the worlds greatest necromancer now coursing through her veins, she had become one with death.

The astonishing power of souls was already was already doing its necrotic work. Hungering for more. Mixing together with the magic draining powers of the Centaur lord, it evolved her divine being into something beyond just the mortal plane. But transcended the ever-after as well.

She became like a magnet for death. A soul magnet so strong that her Necrotic pull trapped the soul and life energy of every living being on the planet. Not just the sentient species and the Monsters and the animals. But the flora and fauna as well, every bug. every disgusting insect, every speck of plankton in the sea and every strain of mold now fell under her spell. Her mere presence signaling that there was a new afterlife. Cosmos.

Everywhere, something expired. Everywhere, something was eaten, killed or succumb to natural causes of disease or just prone accidents.

Every straw of gras eaten by a rabbit, ever rabbit felled by a fox. every tree felled by the flames of an ancient dragon as it made its final resting place, before expiring.

She could feel it all. And all of it was flowing directly in to her. As everything breathed its last, it paid its sacrifice to their almighty goddess. This sacrifice she demanded of them, for the crime of being part of the world that had once locked her away.

Not even in death should the denizens of this world find refuge from her cruelty. There would be no light at the end of the tunnel. Only the gaping maw of her eternally devouring gullet. Where they should find eternal torment, as the overworked protein that powered her eternally growing pecs.

Forever crushing and tearing beneath divine muscle mass.

Like moving continental plates grinding against each other. Tearing and crushing strains of meaty might muscle threads, only for them to instantly reform a thousand times stronger, faster, harder, tighter – only to tear apart and regrow again and again and again in an eternal fitness gain that would never slow down. But would in fact, only speed up as her might grew. Her peak physique only peaking to new heights with every second.

She had truly become the goddes of gains and muscle sculpting. She has truly become the goddess of gains and muscle sculpting.

She knew that these desired were the desires of a deranged old Centaur lord, but it was desires she made her own. For did she not too desire nothing but everything? To be the biggest, bulkiest, and most prime specimen of raw power that there had ever walked upon this earth. The fulfillment of being power incarnate!

She, Cosmos, was already power incarnated, but now she could finally feel a sence of purpose fulfilled, and re-fulfilled with ever increasing gusto with every second her physique surpassed itself.

The purpose that she had taken from that lord and made her own now filled her mind with ecstasy. A rush that she never wished to come to an end. That would not end. As her growing would be eternal!