Octavius tapped one finger against the air beside him.
A unique sea of Infinity bloomed out from his body, this one tinged with the sickly gold-green of Greed refined into fuel. The sea flowed outward and downward, pouring toward the golden table at the center of the island, and the corpse on that table began to tremble.
The fungi laced through its ribs moved.
They wove across the opened chest cavity rapidly, closing the body they had spent so long opening, stitching the subject back together with threads of pale bioluminescence. The corpse's limbs twitched, then straightened. In a single fluid motion it sat up, then stood, then launched itself off the table to stand before Octavius!
Rivers of Infinity surged down toward it from every direction, the diverted channels of the research apparatus finally feeding into their intended recipient.
Noah observed all of it.
