smh

[ Julius closes his eyes, a white cocoon rising from the ground beneath to envelop him, shell seemingly paper-thin and translucent to give only a faint suggestion to what lay within. A few seconds later the cocoon bursts open, its skin crumbling in what now proves to be an iron-laced breeze. He has changed, by his own will rewriting the will of the gods that he had become - a being glowing lucent white, gold patterns on his skin not spell-lines but the lines of circuitry, vines and branches growing from his back.

For the Singularity is fated to become the most powerful of them all. ]

Then, let us begin.