How could he describe the feeling of going through the Cycles of Katharsis?
The Pool of Lethe worked all around him, its scorching waters penetrating into every layer of his existence. It sought out the inefficiencies that had calcified over time. The assumptions that had become limitations. The patterns that served no purpose but had settled into his foundation simply because they had been there long enough to feel permanent.
And Kronos's Crystallized Moment acted like a hammer and fire to cleanse his existence.
It was not gentle or particularly pleasant.
It felt like his very being was being melted down and reforged. Like every Seal of Absolute Tongue within him was being pulled apart, examined for flaws, and reconstructed with precision that transcended mortal craftsmanship. His muscles trembled not from exertion but from fundamental reconstruction. His bones hummed with frequencies that spoke of foundations being compressed into denser, more perfect forms.
