The very source and origin of his illness surged from his depths, corrupting all things in its path and spreading through every single inch of his body and its layers.
By the second, his body blackened, the aether in the air beside him collapsing into what could only be called rot and foul essence, gnawing at the very fabric of space itself.
And as if on cue, just as the corruption threatened to consume him, the waves of timeless resonance returned, finally having found something to latch onto once again, fighting to perfect the horrors the corruption infusing into Uriel was causing.
Corruption and Timeless Resonance danced and clashed, using Uriel as a crucible, a canvas upon which a horrifyingly beautiful piece was painted.
He was rebuilt into something… unholy.
Something profane.
…
As the body twisted and reformed, so did the mind, and perhaps its changes were even more aberrant.
As was seen, Uriel had decided to endure.
