Adam clenched his fists as the marks' power coursed through him like molten starlight. The twelve authorities resonated within his soul, each one a fragment of conquered divinity that transformed him from an ascended wielding divine weapons into something far more dangerous—a god killer who had transcended the need for external tools.
Only now did he feel like a real divinity, the kind that didn't rely on borrowed power or forged steel. The marks pulsed beneath his skin like second heartbeats, each one mirroring the authorities he had claimed with his own two hands. His body hummed with energies that made the air itself bend around him, reality warping to accommodate the presence of something that had been mortal and chosen to become more.
