Nero looked up.
{Ein Sof is not merely fuel for transformation. It is the foundation of all sorcery, all divination, all evil acts of blasphemy passed down by the Gryghori. The knowledge they sought to wield—magic, runes, and all manners of cursed enchantments—all of it draws upon the Ein Sof. As the Heretic continues to absorb this energy, he will eventually gain access to abilities beyond mere physical transformation}.
Nero's eyes widened slightly.
"Abilities, huh..."
{That information is currently sealed. The Heretic must acquire a thousand Seals of Sin before further details can be revealed}.
Nero let out a long breath.
"Of course."
He sat in silence for a moment, digesting everything he had learned.
Ein Sof. The infinite energy that connected all things. Once pure, now corrupted by the ambitions of some Fallen Angels. And now, he was destined to consume this corruption with every pound of defiled meat.
