Clayton crouched in the Rootsite's chamber, Veil of Verdant Shroud cloaking his 100 square kilometer domain, Verdant Bastion's turrets ghostly.
His humanoid form was still fragile, his Flame Resistant skin scarred, Heartseed Core steady but aching from resurrection, Genesis Embers at 4, Aspect Strain high but easing.
His Architect Aspect, divine-like, bore the toll of Revival, memories of death; Vex's Null Blade, Scorchpath's ash, his sister's voice, all lingering.
Clayton may have survived, revived himself even, but he could not forget the sensation of dying.
At first, it was traumatizing.
But then, it was illuminating.
Clayton no longer feared death having experienced it once already.
That understanding of death changed his mentality in ways that he was yet to fully comprehend. Maybe it was for good, or bad, only time would tell. And for some reason, he felt like he was missing something.
