Lynch paused for a moment, his gaze complex as he scrutinized the creation before him with its vastly different aura.
The once familiar core of the artificial soul was now filled with a vast divinity, exuding an unfamiliar sense of distancing from him. He took a deep breath and, with a hint of probing, spoke, "Messiah?"
Messiah slowly turned her head, her eyes like molten gold fixed on Lynch.
Her gaze was calm and unwavering, as deep as if it could encompass the entire starry sea, devoid of the kindness she displayed as the old woman of Gray Stone Town or the naivety she possessed as a newborn soul. Only a penetrating divine presence remained, transcending all.
She did not directly respond to Lynch's call, as if that name was insufficient to define her now.
She lifted a flawless arm composed of flowing halos, her movements graceful and carrying undeniable authority.
