The sphere shot forward, merging with his chest.
Cold exploded through Finn's body instantly. He felt like he'd been plunged into arctic waters while simultaneously feeling power flood through every cell. When it settled, frost coated his skin briefly before sublimating away.
His soul density increased again. More significantly this time. The creature had been stronger than the previous three, and assimilating it had pushed him notably higher.
Finn breathed out, and the air crystallized for several meters in front of him before falling as snow.
Behind him, Vara stared with something approaching religious awe. Finn had defied every form of logic and frame of reference she had for power. She didn't even know how to classify him any longer. Champion? What kind of champion could achieve half the feat he just did? Incarnation? An incarnate vessel for which God exactly? Which God could control so many random forms of power?
