Another vague mystery of my people that I had no answer to. If I survived this, the Elders had a lot of explaining to do. The strands of my curly hair now free from the braid were glowing in the same manner as my fire and veins. Ignoring that change, no matter how beautiful it was, I decided it was best not to give him the chance to follow up with an attack so I raised Excalibur. The blade twinkled in the grayness like a shining beacon of hope. With a slam into the ground, the blade created a fissure of white energy that rippled towards Death. 