The Void Temple
Back in the epicenter, the pressure was heavy enough to crush diamonds.
Sol hung suspended in the eye of the storm. He was no longer conscious in the human sense. His mind was drifting in a white ocean of pure information.
The chanting grew louder and louder, a deafening symphony that vibrated even the ancient obsidian pillars.
OMMMM. AEX. OMMMMM. DOMINUS.
More and more divine glow gathered around Sol, swirling like a nebula being born. It coalesced, turning from white to gold, then to a deep, burning Charcoal laced with starlight.
On the throne, Isylia watched with wide, tear-filled eyes. She recognized the chant. She had heard it only once before, at the dawn of her own creation.
…
CRACK.
Finally it seemed to reach the peak and light solidified. It slammed onto Sol's skin.
Massive, unknown divine tattoos began to etch themselves across his naked body. They started at his fingertips and toes, racing inward like burning ink.
