He felt his skin was on fire. Releasing a slight wail as he felt the myst ensgroud him. He was certain that he blacked out, only to awaken moments later to fresh air of the chamber. He felt lightheaded as he stood up from his kneeling position. The after effects of his terrigenesis made him feel slightly nauseous, and he had difficulty breathing for a moment.<br/><br/>Once he finally stood he exited his chamber. The womb of his new birth, and let his hands traverse his own skin. Feeling nothing that he hadn't felt numerous times before. Surprised by the similar sensations of his own hands, he worried that he had been one of those unforunate souls who were not blessed with the gifts provided by the myst. He looked down, and his fears were somewhat allieviated as he noticed a slight silvery tint to his pigmentation. Nothing that was overly ostentatious, but was still noticble. However, still worried that he would be left solely with nothing more than a cosmetic change to his skin.<br/><br/>He walked, as best he could towards the center of the room. Noticing one individual already waiting near the podium, still feeling dissoriented, and lightheaded. A strange pulsing sensation writhing within his own brain as he looked to the female.