Sylas remained silent while the two finished speaking, his gaze resting on the enormous ancestral projection with the same cold patience he had shown throughout the battle.
The younger God, Orithrael, lifted his head as the figure of his ancestor descended farther, and the two presences began to overlap until emerald-gold feathers spread through one another and the ancient projection fused directly into the body of its descendant.
The change wasn't merely one of aura, because every Rune across Orithrael's feathers deepened, violet facets darkened, and something ancient settled behind his eyes.
