Initially
I thought I had attained a new level, a realm that would prove I was
in fact the god I'd devoted my life to become. But my efforts to jump
up and down with joy soon disabused that notion.
No
matter how fierce the determination I brought to bear--climaxing in a
fury that would have effected the deaths in hideous agony of all who
displeased me until that moment--my body stubbornly refused to obey.
This is when I at least should have suspected I was on the cusp of
death, especially as I'd long been unable to deny I was terminally
enfeebled. Physically, that is. My mind never wavered. In fact it was
what I now know to have been an acceleration of brain activity
that lifted my ego to what seemed a breakout dimension.
