Eclipse's eyes fluttered closed, and his mind was dull and aching. He opened his eyes and the pain in them have already began to lessen, he had only used his exousia for a short moment of time but that was all it took for his soul to be in anguish. His eyes appeared hollow and his Breath came in short rough gasps.
He was back in that realm which was unlike anything he had ever seen. The air was alive with movement, as if the very fabric of space was in a state of constant flux.
Stars whizzed by, some at blinding speeds, while others moved with a leisurely pace. The celestial bodies seemed to be connected by ethereal strings, which pulsed with an otherworldly energy. The strings appeared to be controlling the stars, guiding their paths through the cosmos.
He looked at his chest only to see his string unfurling and connecting back to the tapestry. Then, he saw a black string which seemed to have at some point collided with his, unfurl itself from his string. His hollow eyes traced the string back, and for the first time since arriving here, he showed another emotion apart from indifference. The string extended from a cloud of haze—an anomaly in this realm. The haze covered the origin of the string, obscuring its source.
An idea formed in his mind. He willed his Eyes of Truth to activate, and slowly, the haze became translucent. He could see where the string was coming from. It wasn't a straight line; it bent at an angle. His eyes followed the string, tracing it back, only to realize it was actually extending behind him—toward the future.
"Wait a moment... If my front meant my past, then behind me meant my future."
He hurriedly tried to turn around, to see what lay beyond, but an invisible force stopped him. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't look behind him. It was as if something greater was keeping his future hidden from sight.
Then a hot blinding sensation started to make itself known to Eclipse. What a startled cry he held his chest The world around Eclipse trembled, the very air thick with power as a deep pulse echoed within his chest. His heart pounded like war drums, his vision blurred, and for a moment, it felt as if the universe itself was folding inward.
Then came the pain—raw, searing, as though his very soul was being torn apart and reforged in the same instant, it was indeed torn apart only to be reforged into a piece, Eclipse gasped, if he was standing he would have dropped to his feet, his fingers clawing at the unseen fabric of this realm. A burning light radiated from his chest, seeping through his veins like liquid fire. His breath hitched, his body convulsing, he wanted to scream and would have succeeded if only his throat haven't melted.
A low hum filled the air, growing into a roar as the energy surged through him. The Soul Shard was awakening. It was just but a fragment of his soul—it was becoming a part of him, rewriting his very essence.
The realm itself reacted. The celestial strings quivered, the haze pulsed, and the unseen force barring his gaze intensified. The ground—or what passed for it in this cosmic expanse—cracked beneath him. A gust of power erupted outward, sending cosmic dust and luminous debris spiraling through the vastness. His shadow stretched unnaturally long, flickering like a flame, then solidifying into something more. A presence. A force beyond him, yet wholly his, or was it.
His fingers clenched into a fist as he felt it—the boundless energy now at his command. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his eyes glowing with an ethereal light. The pain subsided, replaced by an overwhelming clarity. He was stronger. He was something new.
And for the first time, Eclipse truly understood what he was meant to become to wield the power of your soul, but once again fate proved him wrong.
The Aether stirred within him, a latent force finally awakened. It began as a whisper, a faint glow within his Soul Shard, but then it surged—an unstoppable current of raw energy. It coiled and twisted, seeking an outlet, before pouring into his heart with an almost sentient purpose.
The moment it reached his heart, Eclipse convulsed. A single, deafening heartbeat rang through the void, and in that instant, everything changed. The Aether flooded his veins, igniting every fiber of his being. It was not merely enhancing him—it was tearing him apart and rebuilding him from the foundation up.
His bones splintered, only to reform stronger than before. His muscles unraveled, reshaping themselves with impossible precision. His skin shimmered as it was rewritten, the impurities burning away to leave behind something new—something divine. Every cell in his body was reforged in an instant, his entire existence rewritten by the cosmic force that now flowed through him.
He gasped, but no breath came. He didn't need it. The Aether had become his lifeblood, a force that pulsed through him in harmony with the very fabric of reality. His senses sharpened beyond comprehension—he could feel the movement of his string as it dust a layer if rust which he somehow discern as mortality, he have finally stepped away from his fragile state of being a mandune human and has become a high human, in other words and Excorsist designed to cleanse the world from the filt known as stain.