Wayne raised his arm, the sharp blade reflecting his own face.
His entire head resembled an ancient rock weathered and eroded by time, covered with layers of proliferating wrinkles. These irregular wrinkles intertwined, presenting a sickly pallor.
Without distinct facial features, there was no trace of human emotion, hence no fear and confusion, symbolizing an unpredictable mystery.
"A bit creepy, but..."
Indeed beautiful!
His new skin symbolized life, a transformation brought about by the stable Golden Triangle; it was also the initial natural framework Wayne had envisioned.
This proof, still a vast distance from the universe, verified Wayne's previous conjectures and also showed that there was still potential for progress within The Book of Greed.
The Book of Greed was Wayne, and he could still evolve.