"Old friend, are you seeing this?" Banished back into the gene space, the Asura ancestor's voice echoed.
And in the darkness, a new pair of eyes opened, pulsing with ethereal blue light…
"He has pushed on a boundary we never believed to be possible!" A new voice carrying compelling majesty spoke.
"None of us believed in the human race. I outsourced to the Asura genes, you did weapons…" the Asura progenitor commented in awe.
Then he smiled. "Interesting. This descendant of ours is truly interesting!"
With that, the space settled into silence, two pairs of eyes staring through time and space, observing in silent awe.
Seth stood on the wind, his robes — or at least what was left of them — fluttering.
His hair, now grown even longer, billowed with the wind. His skin had taken a tanned bronze shade, which somehow felt more natural than alien. His pupils pulsed with an even brighter shade of crystalline amethyst.
He clenched and stared at his fists…
