But Uriel did not care.
He had not chosen to die, so he wouldn't.
It was as simple as that.
WHOOSH!
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes, Uriel's Will took shape once more and roared to life, the white flames of his gaze returning.
KAH!
But just as fast as he rose, he fell once more.
In truth, infinity remained infinity. His small and weak mortal will could survive the presence of the voice once, defying death, but could it do so twice?
Thrice? A thousand times? A million?
WHOOOSH!
Uriel's Will shattered again and again, and as that happened, the point growing in the midst of his cores continued to build and thicken.
It was a small marble bead of pure ivory.
[…fascinating.]
The voice, the entity who'd taken hold of the system, observed Uriel's struggle with as much fascination as amusement.
