Axel's eyes and the mark were glowing with a clear, sharp blue and gold, the colors vivid and unmistakable, as though something deep within him had been unlocked.
"Your eyes and the mark are glowing, with the color I've never seen in anyone before," Fenris murmured, still lying on top of Axel, their breaths calm now, their bodies no longer trembling or shivering.
Axel should have been shocked. He should have questioned it immediately, or at the very least reacted with confusion or alarm.
But he wasn't, at this point, he had seen too much that shock had become something dulled through repetition, worn down until it no longer had the same sharp edge it once did.
There had been too many moments where the impossible had become real. And now, he no longer had the energy to resist or question things.
All he wanted now was to let whatever was happening unfold without fighting it.
