As much as the Sin tried to break Uriel, it rarely, if ever, managed to do so.
The Sin burdened him with an endless load of emotion, made him feel pain much more deeply, but also crave it like a drug. It fed off his illness, too, corrupting every part of him.
And yet Uriel was fine. He'd tempered his Will, formed the runic scar to seal the emotions, and worked tirelessly to remain beyond its influence.
In a sense, spiritually, he was the epitome of control.
But at that moment, he lost all control.
His seven gigantic cores went awry, exploding with an aether pressure the likes of which none in the room had ever seen from a mortal.
His Star Rings followed the cadence of his beating heart, and the Spirits and Wills of his rings infused across his form; light, darkness, wood, and sand rose around him, turning the world into a heaven of these elements.
But then… he lost control of his mind.
