When the final cell's transformation finished, a mysterious diagram took form within his body and mind, and a formless pressure exploded from the depths of his being, blasting his white robes to bits much like the brittle dry crystals all around, flattening them into something incomparable to dust and sand.
As his long silver hair fluttered about, an absolute domain of abyssal coldness, bloodlust, desolation, and streaks of black lightning that seemed to swim in between the fabric of space-time like a roving dragon descended on the cultivation chamber.
Leonardo slowly opened his eyes to reveal pitch-black midnight darkness without a hint of warmth, it was the darkness within darkness. In that darkness, there wasn't even a hint of a pupil, let alone an iris. However, there seemed to be three shallow spheres revolving in a circular pattern around the area where a pupil should have existed.
