Raising my hands to the sky, I felt the powerful energy surge within me. My soul — the perfect reflection of myself — began to change.
Clad in robes identical to mine, my soul's form grew stronger, the faint outline of wings stretching wide from its back. A tail and curved horns soon followed, rising proudly from its form. Its face became clearer, the familiar features fully etched across its skin.
The orbs of sin — once spinning freely within my soul container — drifted to the very center of my being, surrounding the pyramid that now housed the remnants of my system. The two forces, one born from sin and the other from creation, intertwined like coiling serpents, feeding each other energy in an endless cycle.
And then... the flames in my palms shifted.
