Transcendent

There was nothing left of the one his dagger brought an end to, only himself, standing there alone in the barren cosmos. A quiet breath left his lips, staring at the great expanse. 

Throughout his body, the power flowing through his very soul was felt; a warm, all-capable strength. 

"Let's get started," he mumbled to himself. 

The first order of creation was used to create himself a new outfit, seeing as he lost his coat. Over his body, a sleek, black uniform manifested, perfectly attuned to his body. 

As he stood there, he found that his own body changed somewhat. He held his hand out, manifesting a handheld mirror out of nothing. 

In the reflection he saw himself; his messy, dark hair hung near his eyes; from their emerald complexion, his irises took on a golden radiance.

'The Creator's power…It must've changed my entire physiology,' he thought.