Randomeness and fluctuations: From the kind seen a lot from the Deltas, an effect so potent it's as if nothing could stand on such conditions. Yet from the fabric of reality something was projected, extruded from nothingness a humanoid shape made be.
The Inquisitor hovered above the flats of salt, he was different now, though his appearance was much of the same something felt off, like if something deep down had changed, one of the tenants of his composition had been altered.
It looked down with an expressionless face upon the ants that dotted the landscape, likely thoughts occurred within its mind but what thoughts could this being even concur?
Its right hand formed, and as soon as it touched its staff a flash of blue light occurred, and then he reappeared on the ground with staff in hand.