Liam smiled slightly at that. A cosmic administrator had just given him its personal protection. The absurdity of his situation wasn't lost on him—a human barely four months removed from working in a restaurant, now about to undergo a transformation that would let him bypass universal laws, guarded by a being that had existed for millions of years.
He settled into a lotus position, floating in the void with the Blade of Tiamat resting across his lap. The weapon's presence was a constant warmth against the cold of space, a shield against forces that would otherwise obliterate him.
Liam took one final breath, steadying himself for what was coming. Then he spoke clearly, his voice carrying through the void with unexpected weight:
"Infuse."
Reality responded immediately.
