Fin turned slowly, his unnervingly blank gaze lifting from the hole in the wall where Arexa had vanished to meet the Queen's eyes across the chamber. The silence stretched, thick with stunned disbelief and simmering fury from the throne.
"Thank you," he said, his voice a perfect monotone, devoid of warmth or gratitude. "For this second life. For this power." The glowing green lines covering his body seemed to pulse brighter for a moment, then began to flow like liquid light, retracting from his limbs and torso, converging entirely onto the back of his right hand.
They coalesced rapidly, etching themselves into his skin, forming a complex, glowing green symbol that resembled interwoven circuitry and fractured webbing. The light subsided slightly, leaving the intricate mark clearly visible.
