Altharion's body glowed with pure light, each exhale intensifying that radiance, while every breath seemed to draw it inward—not into darkness, but into a shifting gray equilibrium that bridged both extremes. His soul force was growing at an astonishing rate, expanding and condensing in a rhythm that felt almost alive. The light surrounding him did not simply shine—it evolved.
Odinvaldr watched in silence, genuine surprise flickering across his ancient gaze. By all expectations, Altharion should have lagged behind the others. And yet, at this moment, his growth threatened to surpass his father, the White Death, as well as the other True Depravitas.
A thoughtful expression appeared on the Primordial God's face as he studied the young man more closely.
"Humans are among the earliest creations of the universe—the first beings aligned with the Light. A hybrid between them and a God… that is something I have not seen in a very long time."
