Three days later;
Azzy's eyes opened at last. As he rose to his feet, the first thing he did was to observe his own arms.
On the outside, he had the same lean physique as before, but he could sense pure divinity running through his veins, filling his bones, organs, and meridians; every inch of his body was filled with divine essence, which didn't seem foreign as he felt with Jupiter's or Gaia's. It truly felt like his own.
At the same time, the chilling winds around him didn't bother him a bit. Earlier, he could atleast feel that the temperature was low enough for him to feel cold. But, right now, he felt nothing as if he had become a part of this world.
He clenched his fist, opened and clenched it again a few times, and eventually formed a fist to give a punch to the air.
