The golden lightning did not pause after it shattered the Arcanist; like a massive serpent, it turned towards me. At this moment, the last of the massive chains that had bound me from the Arnean Formation was melting away, and the soul cries of the three dead Arcanists were fading away… even if I wanted, I could not run from the judgement I called upon myself.
Remembering the final moments of my tribulation when I decided to embrace the weight of this golden lightning, I opened my arms wide, "Bring it!"
The golden lightning slammed into my chest, tearing through it and invading my Anima Depth. I could feel its presence, it was the weight of the heavens themselves, pressing down on me, asking the question that had been asked since the first time I had opened the Third Gate,
"Who are you to carry this power? Are you worthy?"
