'…'
That balance, of everything and nothing, of world and void, was exactly what Uriel needed to forge the tool he envisioned.
It was the perfect catalyst for his new path.
KAH! KAH! KAH!
Uriel's presence became like a pure anomaly in the world, one part of him recognised by the void as its kin, and another recognised as family to the world.
The void pulled on his body, attempting to break it down into its fabric, while the world pulled on his soul, attempting to assimilate it into its systems.
World and Void clashed within his body, and all that remained intact, like a burning flame amidst a maelstrom of chaos, was his Will.
'…form and shape…form and shape…'
Uriel took it a step further and opened the gates of his mind, allowing everything he had ever comprehended to resonate with the world around him and take part in the clash occurring within his body.
'Form and shape…then root and foundation…'
Uriel's cores shook. All three of them.
