Arad's face twisted as he took a step away from the dead heart. The thing menacingly glowed with eldritch magic, it started beating again, and blood splashed from its veins. The harrowing sight quickly changed as the blood coagulated, hardening into veins, then bones, and lastly into flesh. In front of Arad's eyes, a whole body was born from it.
He was there. Wearing a white robe, a young man in his early twenties with striking, silky white hair, glowing blue eyes that illuminated the darkness, and a long, steel sword. His mere presence seemed to shed light on the endless darkness of the cavern, and it was then that Arad realised, this is why Hati would get mad.
The last barrier protecting the overgod's dead heart… It's the overgod's human body, the one she fell in love with. Or at least a copy of it born from the heart. And Arad knew what he had to do, simply because the copy held a sword in its hand.
