The one hailed as the Primordial heir his understanding of this newly awakened law deepening. The essence of water became part of him, weaving into his soul, expanding his being. He learned of tides and currents, of rain and snow, of the vast oceans that covered the world. He learned of the water within himself—the blood in his veins, the moisture in his breath, the tears he had shed.
When the inheritance was complete, he opened his eyes. He was still floating in the sphere of water, but everything was different. He could feel the water around him, inside him, everywhere. He could command it. He could become it.
Nero was ready.
He rose from the sphere, his soul-form ascending through the depths of the water world, emerging into the open air. The ocean stretched beneath him, calm and endless. He looked at his hands, and he saw them glowing with a soft, blue light.
A new law had awakened. The Law of Water was his. He would take his time to slowly digest it and finally control it.
