It entered him and in the process, tearing his soul.
Atheline screamed.
Light wasn't one of his elements, he had no foundation for it so when it forced itself into his body, he had to understand it through the pain and forced adaptation.
Light represented revelation, purity, illumination and exposure.
It flooded him in massive waves, almost blinding him.
Then Space came with as much of it's negative side effects. It showed him distance, separation, connection and position. Atheline felt himself existing in a thousand places simultaneously.
"Stop."
The inheritance didn't it continued to the next phase.
Nature came next.
It showed him growth, cycles, interdependence and the countless relationships between living systems.
Atheline fell to his knees.
"Stop!"
Death moved in with it's coldness.
He froze.
Death was damaged and fragmented, something had been taken from it recently.
The Death Core.
