Aden stood amidst the kneeling figures, the cool moonlight catching the new texture of his skin. It looked normal, but the way it absorbed the light, leaving no reflection, betrayed its true nature.
He clenched his fist. The obsidian bones inside felt like iron rods, and the heaviness that came with it was inexplicable.
'Who knew emptiness had weight? But then again, Zero did say Void isn't exactly emptiness.'
Aden sighed lightly to digest the complexity of his new form. His internal environment had already flared to life to stabilize the new re–allocation of energies, causing the friction to be lifted noticeably.
'It's been a minute since I've seen my system,' Aden realized. Not daring to postpone it any longer, he called out mentally. 'System.'
