Resplendent crimson gold light bloomed up through his fissures, through his opened chest, through the rot itself, Noah's blood and Noah's Osmontian Tongue filling the written line of this being from end to end, and the aura that began radiating off him was extremely unique, ancient sentence and living blood and unbound humanity all braided into one presense that existence had never once held before!
His paleness faded! His breathing steadied! And when his eyes opened, they had changed, swirling seas of crimson gold immensity turning where the shining madness had been!
And Jarl Skallagrim raised his own hand.
The vast majority of the surrounding existence... transformed INTO his hand!
