At the very least, Adam's energy and vitality no longer wantonly bled from them.
And for the briefest moment when Adam lifted his head, light, sound, and all aspects of the human experience rapidly receded from him, for his beauty now transcended all of these.
The feaurs of his reconstructed body had shattered through the ceiling of human
perception entirely.
Though the features were still definitely his and the previous bone structure was still there, they now possessed an almost impossible symmetry and refinement, as if his new form had been sculpted by the heavens themselves rather than born naturally.
Adam was already genetically engineered to be the peak of physical attraction, and now, he'd been touched by the divine as well.
And so he'd become terrifyingly beautiful.
Beautiful enough to drag anyone—god, mortal or spirit— into an abyss if lust and desire no matter how much mental fortitude they had.
