Once Herminos granted Cyril’s wish, he was physically staggered by the sudden changes. All at once he had changed his race and gained a relatively large power level. Cyril slowly brought his hands up to his face. His fingers trailed across his now featureless face. There were no eyes, nor a mouth, nor a nose. Somehow he could see, he didn’t know how. Cyril reached back and patted his back. No wings. It was an uncomfortable feeling not having wings at this power level. Cyril rolled his shoulders and gave in to the sudden impulse to throw a big ball of ki right above him. It fell slowly onto him and Cyril hardly felt it. These Madness people were tough! Suddenly Cyril clenched his entire body in pain and sank to his knees. Ki corruption was setting in. It wasn’t nearly as bad as when he was a Seraph, but it still hurt like a motherfucker.
Cyril managed to squeak out a whistle and his ship overtook him. “Ship, initiate Solution Fuck This Shit!” Cyril grunted. A red gas poured from the ship and Cyril breathed it in. Nothing. “FuuuUUUCCCK!” Cyril shouted. “GO TO POOL OF ORIGINS.” Cyril jumped out of his ship and into the Pool of Origins.
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