The runes, symbols of stolen divinity and power, glowed with a fierce desperation, each attempting to contain and harness the overwhelming force that now threatened to consume their bearer.
But Chiron's body, a vessel of flesh and blood, was ill-equipped for the godlike energies he had so recklessly usurped. The very fabric of his being was not wrought for the burden of divinity, especially not one acquired through such unnatural means.
In this moment of apocalyptic realization, even Chiron, with his hubristic ambition and indomitable will, recognized the precipice upon which he teetered.
The divine power, a tempestuous maelstrom within him, pushed against the confines of his mortality with relentless force.
The possibility of implosion loomed large—a self-inflicted reckoning that would not only obliterate him but potentially wreak havoc on the world around him.
