Ascension and Sacrifice.

Enoch hadn't said anything about a time limit, so I'd put off trying to trigger that until as late as possible. A massive boost-most my basic characteristics multiplied over a hundredfold. But permanently making this a one-shot thing is a big ask. But in the face of my actual demise becoming a chillingly real possibility, what was once a issues whose internal debate had lead me to put it off became something to clear as to be a non-issue. On my way, I trigger it-and am more than taken aback by what it feel's like.

I'm perfectly aware God's Eye, despite the name, is more than just actual sight. It's pure gnosis, giving mme information without a particular sense, long as i can focus. As my transformation triggers, I get a distinct feeling of this being more true then ever-my consciousness expanding outside of my form, until I can't even bring myself to focus on my body as my mind is flooded with new sensation. the ground shrinks away from me-and soon, even the barriers of time erode to my senses, past, present, future becoming a muddled mix. For the sake of my sanity, almost all if is shut out, to try and focus on something.

The Mechanism. This world of rules so different from mine-for a brief moment, I can truly know them, without the normal filter my mind puts it through to make it relatable. Levels, classes, skills-all just my attempt to simplifying a great machine I could not truly comprehend. I don't know what motions I make-something like reaching, for some reason grasping out to tinker with a device, see what makes it tick. But this is not my place to do things, this is not truly my power. And so, I soon find this moment collapsing-desperately trying to grab hold to whatever tattered remnants of greatness I had felt as my awareness began to shrink down, pruning away at the world until it's just me back in my body.

Not that most would recognize it as my body. My perfected state-especially as a result of hybridization, had turned me into something much less recognizable. Where previously, one could pick out the patchwork nature of my body-tentacles and vines contrasting against each other-there was now no such distinction now, merely a veritable tide of some pale substance with properties straddling the border between the flesh from flora and fauna-and perhaps even something more. However, for all the power I can feel flowing through me, there was one issue for my current situation: I can't still fly, for all my might.

My minds raced as I try and find some solution ins split seconds. Jumping onto the first thing that seems it could be of help-I soon wear a grin as I adopt a human shape, feeling even more constricted in my potential as all of my new power is replaced by that of a normal woman. Limited-but expendable, I think as I flex my legs and jump right before the noise of the platform splashing into the lava rings out.