From here on out, every choice he made could lead him down one of those two paths, and the difference between them was not always obvious from where he stood. Sometimes the path to one thing looked exactly like the path to the other, until one was too far along to easily turn back.
Nero glanced down at his hands.
They were clear as ice crystals in the torchlight, without a visible blemish on them.
The Yin form was excellent work. With the progression of the Black Body, as his monstrous form became more and more nightmarish, his human form also moved towards aesthetic perfection.
It was jarring to say the least.
So far, no one seemed to have noticed it yet, but his eyes were far more keen than others. There was no way he would go unnoticed for long.
His body, was equally as monstrous as it was human. Equally as capable of being gentle and terrible.
He possessed the Eyes of the Heretic that could see through all things, and Vineheart born a dead god.
