Seth's mind slowly came to, the steady beat of his heart reverberating in a soothing rhythm.
His eyelids parted as the blurry sight of a sky lined with withered trees came into view…
[Welcome back, Master….]
Mark's voice rang from within his helm.
Rising to a sitting position, the armor cranked and restructured itself, reforming back into its exoskeletal form.
"Hi Mark… any update?" he asked, feeling relieved.
[None in particular, Master.]
He nodded. The fact that he was still alive clearly meant the Immortal King was dead.
Seth sighed. The battle had been both effortless and costly; it seemed wielding divine energy came at far too high a price.
Even though he was fully recovered, his body still felt sore, his existence suddenly lackluster.
It was as though, after being baptized by a higher form of energy, his body had been permanently altered, now existing in a constant longing.
