The kiss did not feel like human affection. It felt like the birth of a star and the end of the world compressed into a single second. When the God of Fate pressed her lips against Ren Hanshin's, the reality of the Savage Lands simply ceased to matter. The ruined obsidian craters, the ashes of the Golden Valley, the shattered golden sky, everything vanished into a suffocating ocean of crimson light.
Ren couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. The sheer, incomprehensible density of a Sovereign Constellation's aura was flooding into his mortal-ascended vessel. It was like trying to pour an ocean into a teacup.
The shining brand on his chest erupted, the intricate crest of the Weaver burning through his skin, expanding frantically up his neck and down his arms.
[SYSTEM FATAL ERROR!]
[Host's Soul Synchronization exceeds critical threshold!]
[50%... 65%... 80%...]
[Ego Death Imminent. Host 'Ren Hanshin' is being overwritten.]
