Hello readers, author here~
I don't know if you guys noticed, but I'm trying a different writing style.
Let me know how it felt compared to the normal in the comments, it'll really help.
Happy reading~
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Becoming a Blank is the start of something big. Something beyond comprehension.
Rex knew that it was coming. He could feel it in his bones, in his heart, and more importantly, in his power.
Notifications flickered in his vision, but he didn't read them. Couldn't—to be exact.
His eyes couldn't peel away from the enemy before him.
Ignatius' introduction was magnificent.
Perhaps, he wanted it to be.
His domineering aura swam to the sides—twisting and contorting through the voidal vortex of Linthia. It was a thick stroke—from the brush of a painter, and the world, the realm, everything it touches is the canvas that will display the picture in Ignatius' mind.
As it crawled like blood leaving the husk of its dying owner, the introduction echoed in Rex's mind.
