The first one reached him and it was nearly twice his size!
Made human, an Outcast was still a body that had gone on growing past where a body stops, and no Word in existence was going to shrink a shoulder or unbend a spine or take back the reach of an arm that had continued. He had removed their power. He had not removed their mass!
And, since he had a river of nothing to draw on, he was going to have to do this with his hands.
So he opened his mouth as the shape came down on him.
"I AM."
HUUM!
The affirmation went through him gloriously!
There was no facet behind it, no Source Infinity, no Intent, nothing at all except two words of his own Tongue spoken by the existence that had written them, and that turned out to be enough. His frame filled. His arms went heavy in a way that had nothing to do with weight!
