Caine didn't take more than a dozen steps forward before he stopped.
There, in front of him, at the foot of the grand gate, Autumn's body began to reform, threads falling from the dark grey skies above and intertwining to revive him.
PAH!
Naked, his body reappeared, lungs instantly expanding, gasping for air as he screamed in horror, writhing like a wounded child.
Caine watched it all without moving.
A few moments passed, and Autumn's True Will seemed to recover, washing over his body and instantly allowing his sanity to return.
Covered in sweat, with his chest heaving, he lay on his back, dried tears staining his face.
But suddenly remembering he was still in the midst of battle, he rapidly stood up, white robes draping over him as he immediately assumed a battle stance.
For the first time, Caine smiled, a soft and incredibly pure smile. 'Life and Fate affinities bound together by a deep study of Temporal arts. How ingenious.'
