While one body traded blows with Kir One across a region of THE Chrysalis, the other sat motionless on the cracked white throne at the bottom of THE Descent of Chains, and felt his Shinjitsu arrive.
It arrived instantly, because his existence was a single existence spread across every body he owned. A gold-blue film rose over his stellar skin, steady at 0.2%, and the throne beneath him woke.
Emotive sat at his side with her Egos hushed, watching the film spread through eyes that held every colour at once.
The litany began.
|"Tend the flow. Turn the cold. Weigh the debt. Walk the winter..."|
