In a breath, Uriel returned to his body, the flood of energy having followed him and sinking deep into him, granting him a sort of baptism.
He began to feel a maddening proximity to his elements, not just in relation to his core but also to the world itself.
'Survive… Thrive… and Live.' He blinked a couple of times as he remembered the words the trees had uttered to him.
In his mind, he immediately placed these existences in the same tier as the Gate of Truth and Sacred Eye of Lies; things he was still too weak to comprehend.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.
'So my past self was buddies with these primordial forces, huh?' He sighed and stood to his feet. 'It's good to know I keep my charm across loops.'
He caressed his runic scar.
'It's nice to know a couple of people are rooting for me out there.' He lingered for a moment. 'It's also a bit scary.'
