Finally, his eyes open, slowly, the red-hot fury of his instincts finally bubbling back down to a controllable level. Senses regained, he felt something he hadn't truly felt in hundreds of years. ...Satiation. It was a strange feeling. Foreign. Almost unwelcome. But as he could feel power immeasurable flow through his cursed blood, through every muscle, every nerve... he understood that it was done.

"Like I could tear the Suneater's head off with my bare hands."

He balled one of his hands into a fist, dark lightning crackling from his entire arm inadvertently.

"...Also, miserable. Getting that much taller so suddenly is rough on the bones." Is it a joke? ...Maybe half a joke. "But it's nothing. I'll manage just fine."

He walked closer to Ekkehardt, the earth itself almost trembling beneath his weight and presence.

"So... what do you think, now that you finally have a chance to see it in person?"