Dear Father

Kieran rose upon gaining the name Valdu and accepting his vows as an Unspoken.

Without seeking its presence, aspects of the Flame surged through his veins, prompting Kieran to open and close his hand in examination. The muscles in his arms rippled, and the pronounced veins writhed like serpents slithering beneath a thin surface.

His skin had thinned until it resembled film, but it exuded greatly increased resilience. Compelled to test out the strength of his physical body, Kieran encased a finger in razor-sharp blood until it gave off the impression of a sinister blade.

Then, he sliced. 

A shrill screech made by metal striking against metal rang out in the sanctuary. A line had been left of his skin, but he did not bleed, and the surface hadn't been broken.

The followers that bore witness to this marveled at the sight.

"He has become a true follower of the Flame! Only with its power can he become that powerful."