The full moon blazed with unusual intensity, and Raiden found himself standing in a smoky mist that shrouded the entire landscape. The wind itself seemed touched by the same mystical quality as it caressed his skin. All of it—every sensation—made him feel like he'd finally come home.
He started looking down at himself, seeing the dark lines on his hands transform into something he knew completely.
Dark line tattoos glowed across his hands, tracing up his knuckles and wrapping around his wrists, maintaining the previous pattern. The markings on his fingers flowed smoother, like veins of energy, while spherical lines emerged on his neck, curving from his jaw down to his collar and covering every inch of skin.
