Abarim feels an extreme sting on his back, as the wind ripples through his exposed muscles and his blood surrounds him.
"FUUUUUUUAAAAAAA-"
Abarim narrowly diverts himself from profanity as he continues to soar into the air. He takes a moment to alter his blood's viscosity, making it unable to travel through air and outside of his body properly.
After that's done, he reiorients himself, flipping over to see the whole world... Completely ruined, and severely dryer. He increased his air resistance to the point that gravity was nullified, and folded his arms, closed his eyes, and bowed his head.
"... This is quite the trial, isn't it?"
He remembers the time before all this, when the world was normal. He worked his days bodybuilding and doing manual labor to get by, and helped everyone he could manage. Then he was approached by the First Eye, and he got a feeling. A Divine compulsion to accept the offer, and remerge 100 years later.
"... I don't quite understand it. The world was destroyed, but you told me to stay, and help it return. Why let it be destroyed if it wasn't time?"
The silence was deafening. He felt melancholy, up here.
"... It won't make sense for a long time, will it? I suppose, for now..."
He opens his eyes, and reaches out with both arms, grabbing onto the air around him, preparing to jettison forward.
"I will go, I will do, what he the lord commands."
Nullifying the air resistance, Abarim soared back towards earth, the friction lighting his body ablaze as he threw himself back into the thin string that remained of his opponent.