Without warning, a flood of Aspects — parts of Garuda that made him Him — overwhelmed Finn.
His divine servitude. His loyalty. His extreme enmity toward serpents. Speed beyond comprehension. Strength to carry the cosmos. Wisdom of ages. The ability to shrink or grow at will. The power to devour poison. The authority to move between realms…
It was all-encompassing.
All of these divine aspects, simply at Finn's fingertips. The instinctive understanding that he could take more. That he could in fact, not choose divine servitude if he wanted. It was so easy. He could just pick power, or unparalleled wisdom, or direct knowledge about the path to the divine…
But the Ferropteryx…
The thought thundered clarity back into his consciousness.
He was doing this for the Ferropteryx eagle, to free himself from its debilitating debts. Not to become divine. Not to gain cosmic power. But just to change the egoistic nature of the soul mass.
