As if drawn to it, the spiritual energy surged towards Michael's body.
Instantly a skull connected to the body along a spine materialized from thin air. Along it, blood vessels wove themselves together, eyes linked with his brain, accomplished by firm muscles, only for all to be covered by his skin. One that had begun to radiate breathtaking perfection.
Opening his eyes, his gaze settled on his palms, observing in an uncanny clarity. Slowly his lips parted as he spoke barely above a whisper.
"So I finally managed to achieve it…"
A painted smile tugged his face.
"I became a Lord."
The Titan stared at the man in confusion.
Had perhaps the alien been mistaken? Didn't it kill Michael a few seconds ago?
How come he now stood, unscathed, bearing the aura of a Lord?
"Preposterous!" The Almighty bellowed, striking once more.
