The path had been there all along.
His rings. His bones. His flesh. His stars. His summons.
Everything led to that path.
WHOOOOOOOSH!
The last of Caine's rebirths concluded just as his brain finished its restructuring. Around him, a cocoon of flesh had formed, pulsing rhythmically like a nascent heart, brimming with life and power.
PAH!
A hand tore through the cocoon's surface, and in moments, the entire structure dissolved, disintegrating into dust. A figure emerged, standing tall and unyielding.
Caine looked the same, yet somehow entirely different.
His towering frame was sculpted with tempered, refined muscles that flexed subtly under each slight movement. His jade-white skin blended seamlessly with the falling snow, ethereal runes flashing intermittently across it, pulsing with life and power.
Qis of every type danced across his skin's surface, radiating waves of immense energy.
