So I gazed into the hidden framework of the world.
I saw a glimpse of Underrality when I was only in my late teens.
You'd think I couldn't possibly have a bigger feat under my belt at such a young age, right? Because obviously, it couldn't get any better than this, right?
Wrong. It could, and it did.
There was a throbbing sharpness in my only remaining left arm — as my artificial ice one had crumbled away — a strange feeling of coldness that shaded the white-hot agony of being speared.
It prompted me to shift my focus toward it, and that's when I saw something even stranger than the strings of runes making up our material world.
What could be stranger than that?
Oh, I don't know. Possibly an eerie black halo emanating from my flesh, swathing my golden greatsword tightly like a ghostly skin.
