Emery's mastery over the Dao of Heaven and Earth resonated in perfect harmony with the Twilight Transformation.
Light and darkness flowed through his veins in perfect equilibrium, not clashing, not competing, but reinforcing one another in a seamless cycle.
The savage impulses of the wolf bloodline were completely suppressed—not erased, but disciplined—allowing him to retain its monstrous physical resilience and explosive battle power without sacrificing clarity or control. Every movement was precise. Every spell flowed at peak efficiency. His transformation was not berserk fury, but absolute dominance.
With Excalibur in hand, Emery tore through Caelthar's spirit weapon formation.
Each slash carried divine radiance. Ice shattered into glittering dust. Tier-six spirit swords screamed as their spiritual cores fractured, their trajectories collapsing as the formation lost coherence.
Caelthar was forced backward for the first time.
Ishtar's composure cracked.
