Two weeks had passed in absolute silence.
The stone gates of the cultivation chamber finally creaked open as a faint mist rolled out, crackling with the remnants of mana and thunder. Kent stepped out, draped in a dark azure robe embroidered with silver lightning threads. His aura had grown steadier, deeper—though the visible change was slight, those sensitive to energy would feel the storm lying coiled within his body.
By his side, Sparky, no longer a mere pet, now walked with a dignified air befitting a spirit beast of the immortal realm.
The once lower realm dragon now shimmered with refined scales that held both flame and thunder. His presence alone could silence low-level mages, and his mana veins—freshly opened—marked his official entry into the immortal world.
A new bond had formed in that chamber—no longer just master and beast, but two warriors walking the same path.
