Everything turned into light, light burning within his eyes, stretching its rays through his chest and back; the symbol on the wall was glowing underneath his hand, a glow the likes of which he had never seen before - it ran electric on his skin and liquid inside his veins, it tangled and spread like roots in his head, it unleashed its words in a language that sank deep within his being; he felt that it belonged to him; it became him. He took in this light, intoxicated by its power and beauty, in breathless awe and visceral satisfaction; he had done it, he had done it.