[ there’s a long, long story behind that, but dextera knows berkut is likely not interested in his personal history. a quick answer would be better. ]

With… my own hands.

[ vague, he knows, so he considers how to expand. at the word “hands,” he looks down at his own palms, now glowing softly with a white, holy light. ]

I saw the power that was in front of me, and I let the world die to have it. That’s what happened.