Flames that weren't just hot but fundamental, burning with colors that preceded the spectrum, with intensities that transcended temperature.
The fire engulfed him completely.
Wrapped around his reformed body like a living thing, like a cocoon of pure energy. It burned through him, into him, remaking what had already been remade.
But there was no pain.
That was the strangest part. Fire that should have been agonizing, that looked like it was consuming him atom by atom, felt like... comfort. Like bathing in warm water after days of cold. Like being held by something infinitely gentle despite its overwhelming power.
He was bathing in the flames of eternity itself.
Being purified and transformed beyond even what Magdalyna's sacrifice and the Chaos Origin absorption had achieved.
The process accelerated.
His heartbeat became a continuous roar—THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP—no longer individual beats but a sustained note of power building beyond control.
