"A self-consuming and self-renewing force, representing endless transformation," Einar murmured, almost to himself, voice low as though reciting an ancient truth he barely recalled.
Seren tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her narrowed crimson eyes. "Ouroboros…? That symbol. What does it have to do with you killing that thing in one blow?"
Einar let out a slow breath, his gaze flicking to his palm. The glowing mark—the serpent devouring its own tail—still lingered there, albeit faint, like an ember struggling to stay lit.
He clenched his hand and continued, "Ouroboros is more than just a symbol. It's transformation. Rebirth. Death and resurrection, locked in a perfect, eternal cycle. It's the force of becoming and unbecoming. Of decay and renewal." He paused, then added, "Which… is fundamentally incompatible with the nature of undeath."
