Aiven's prayer was like a spark, igniting the desolate night of Grayrock Village.
His forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, feeling the chill of the earth seeping into his nostrils, his body shivering in the freezing air, but his heart was burning fervently.
In his mind, the divine majestic figure was gazing at him. Although indistinct, he could feel the other's gaze reaching him across endless time and space.
His body trembled slightly with excitement and devotion.
At this moment, that majestic figure slowly raised its right hand.
"In the name of the Swamp, I grant you rebirth..."
A sound like the thundering of the heavens echoed.
A pale green light blossomed from the hand, brimming with life.
The energy surged directly into his soul.
In the next moment, he felt the power sleeping deep within his bloodline awakening slowly.
Muscles, bones, tendons... every part of his body was transforming.
The energy continuously enhanced everything about him.
