The storm that was the form of the All-Father no longer blinded him. He did not choke on the lack of air. His limbs surged with renewed strength; his blood burned as it passed through him like a fever run amok; adrenaline flowed through every muscle fibre. The flickering flame that had popped in his mouth burst forth anew, spewing from his open jaw. The green, fluorescent colour grew greater and greater until the coils of the flames touched the spiralling inferno, mixing and melding in a blend of colours not unlike the shining rays of a descending sun across a clouded landscape sky. The All Father roared in approval. 