Sylvester glanced down at his body as it was still being formed. He could see that there were no internal organs anymore, and that confused him. "What am I?"
"You are not human, nor a God."
Sylvester mused over Nehilius' words as he saw his normal body form itself around him as if nothing had happened. Heck, he could even make clothes for himself at will, since magic felt like a mere second thought now. Creation and Destruction—that was all he needed to will anything to come into existence.
"What is a god, then?" He asked.
Nehilius responded in kind, seemingly in a great mood since his chosen heir overcame the tormenting trial that he hadn't planned initially. "The moment you can obliterate my consciousness from this realm and take its ownership—You will become a god."
"Am I as strong as Solis?"
