Silence held the chamber in perfect suspension as Klaus opened his eyes.
Crystal blue irises blazed with internal light, illuminating the chamber more brilliantly than the amber patterns that had surrounded him moments before. His gaze fixed on nothing, seeing everything, as consciousness returned to a body transformed beyond its original parameters.
Klaus's hair continued its metamorphosis—darkness receding like shadow before dawn as silver reasserted itself. Yet the transformation didn't stop with restoration. Silver strands lightened further, absorbing luminescence from energies still swirling through the chamber until his hair gleamed white—not the dull white of age but the pristine brilliance of newly fallen snow catching morning light.
