Near the fifth year, the eyes of the Clone opened as the island he was residing on shook and began to fall.
The enormous pressure arising from below the floating islands had reduced and as a result, the numerous floating islands began to fall deeper into the darkness below.
During the time of his waiting the Clone had removed the helm from his armor and it was immediately noticeable that his appearance had changed and he no longer resembled the beautiful features of Rowan instead he appeared like a hardened warrior in his fifties.
The clone had slowly been changing his facial features over the years, as he had a habit of taking one of the humanoid traits of any of the targets that gave him the most trouble while he was in this place. Although with his high perception, he had managed to make his face appear distinctively pleasant, nothing of his features would connect Rowan to him.
His salt and pepper hair was vividly colorful and his eyes especially were striking, as it seemed to be filled with countless planets made from blood.
Rousing the Children of Ruin from their slumber, the Berserker Clone left his hidden alcove and moved toward the edge of his floating island where he looked around.
With gravity now exerting its influence back on these islands, a huge commotion erupted as thousands of islands began to fall deeper into the darkness. Some of these islands were as small as a few hundred feet across, while others were as large as a hundred miles across.
Those small islands after falling for a while with the rest were soon pushed upwards or could no longer fall deeper and began to hover because their weight was too light and the pressure arising from below got stronger the lower you proceeded.
After nearly sixteen years inside the Underverse, the eyes of the Berserker Clone had adapted to the darkness over time; he slowly changed the composition of his eyes to mimic those of the Children of Ruin until he was able to pierce through the darkness of this place.
It was the reason the current appearance of his eyes was so strange, he had pulled in certain techniques from the Children of Ruin and had slowly begun to evolve his abilities. If he had a few thousand years he might create something entirely new from the powers he was imitating.
For now, it was enough that he could see thousands of floating islands as they fell. A new crisis soon emerged as no longer supported by the rising pressure from beneath, the falling islands began to crash into each other.
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