Sylvia opened her eyes as the chaos rolled away from her body. She could still feel her arms and legs, but looking down revealed stars moving through them.
Great clouds of light spread beneath her skin and gathered into galaxies. When she lifted her hand, those galaxies moved with it as though they had always been part of her.
Her white hair drifted around her shoulders and stretched into the distance. She followed it with her gaze until she realized it extended farther than the universe they had just left.
"Is all of that really me?"
She reached toward a strand and watched it slide between her fingers. It felt as familiar as ever despite being large enough to cover the home she had once thought endless.
A clear sound rang through her mind as words appeared before her.
[Ding! You have become a Primordial.]
[Your authority over Death has reached the Primordial level.]
