Him!
His identity was his power, and his power was his identity, the two collapsed into a single thing at last. THE Egoic Intent of THE Quintessential Osmontian!
And it fit, the way a key fits, because Quintessence had always been a deep part of who he was. It was bound to his name, to the irreducible truth that remained when everything else was stripped, and now as every cell and every weaving of him transformed, the name and the truth and the power became one.
|I believe congratulations are in order.|
THE Sealed One, from behind the grinding rune over his heart, sounding almost warm.
