Saimans power hadn changed overnight, even though he had access to his stats. He WaS still level one. Nothing should have changed. His hands rested on the two silver knobs. During his rebirth, Saiman had closed his eyes. Missed his own rebirth ceremony. Saiman watched intently. The black orb didn even swirl to other colors before it seemed to deepen. The orb darkened further, like mixing black ink with charcoal. Eerily, a white zero, appeared like a ghost from black paint. With that, Albert seemed content.