His face still ice he finally reaches the pinnacle of the Spire, reaching to the highest points. Within this chamber...his chamber...was all that he needed. He knew that his Business would fair well with Rogers looking after it. All else was in order. Now he would have interrupted time in which to do what needed to be done.

However, as Hiro began to prepare for his own journey the thoughts of many came to him. Dante, he wanted his destruction. And Set along with him. So, some did desire for Hiro to die. Either way made no difference. he had his armies. He had his tower. And if all else failed he would fight himself.

A flashing green light began to emanate from Hiro's own body; flashing along in regular inervals like a strobe light. His body, limp, lifted into the air, the cloak lifting from his body and setting down onto the stone floor. As if suspended in water Hiro's body hovered, eyes closed, body relaxed. And, slowly but surely, his body was changing.

His muscles were decreasing in size, but were easily seen increasing in density and symetry. His hair rose above him; the black that still remained near the roots slowly disappearing as the silver seemed to devour it. And yes, his body was chaning, but that so little. What was so significant was what was happening inside of him.

The light still flashing intensely, Hiro's body continued to hover...changing.