The white light was not a gentle transition.
It was a violent, soul-tearing velocity that made Noah feel as if his very essence was being put through a celestial meat grinder.
The laws of the universe he had comprehended, the mana, the gravity, the very fabric of space, shredded away like old parchment.
Then, there was darkness.
A warm, suffocating, yet peaceful darkness.
For a moment, Noah's consciousness flickered.
He felt the faint, rhythmic thrumming of a heart that wasn't his own.
He heard muffled voices, vibrating through a wall of flesh and spirit.
"I am... reincarnating," he thought, the realization slipping through his mind like sand.
"I am becoming... small."
Then came the pain.
It was the pain of birth, the transition from the infinite potential of the womb to the harsh, cold reality of a world that didn't care for his previous titles.
In the Aurelion Manor,
