The threshold was gone. The glass had shattered.
For years, Ren Hanshin had lived in the shadow of a number. He had feared the 50.0% synchronization like a man fears a death sentence. He had spent every waking moment trying to hold onto the ground, the small, human things that kept him from hovering away into the cold infinity of the stars. But as the conceptual reset began to pull the very air from his lungs, Ren realized that the only way to save the ground was to become the storm.
[Synchronization: 50.00%]
[Condition Met: The Ego-Death of the Vessel.]
[Initialization: The Weaver's Descent.]
The Okutama shrine was no longer a place of wood and stone. It had become the epicenter of a cosmic rebirth. The pillar of crimson light that erupted from Ren's chest rewrote it. The golden clouds of the God of Light were shredded like wet paper, replaced by a swirling, hypnotic vortex of blood-red silk.
