To say that Baltamiros was stunned out of his mind would be the understatement of the millenia.
He laid there motionlessly staring in shock at the little bit of power within him which was a glowing, shiny bit of liquefied God Energy.
It was much denser than the rest of his energy within him, and he felt like its applications and potency had more than grown multiple times over.
After eons of absolute boredom and eons of failures in attempting to do what just happened to him, the shock of finally realizing that he had stumbled upon the method to power up was too much for his god mind to bear.
He was stunned for a very long time.
For an entire year, to be exact.
After one full year, Baltamiros awakened to a startling view. He was lying on his Royal Bed, and the undead spirit of his buddy Jacob was hovering near him.
"Huh? Why am I back here? Jacob! You didn't survive the fall? Damn it." Baltamiros cursed loudly.
