The silence of the chamber stretched, alive with the thrum of power buried in the roots. Lindarion stood still for a long moment, listening to the beat within himself.
His core pulsed differently now, no longer a steady current but a storm contained in crystal. Every breath, every flicker of thought, felt magnified, his veins burned with mana too dense for the body he'd carried before.
[System Notice: Core Advancement Confirmed.]
[Previous Stage: Mid Luminous Core.]
[Current Stage: Ascended Core — Tier 10.]
[Note: Vessel stabilization in progress. Estimated synchronization: 78%.]
He drew a long breath through his teeth, his chest aching with the weight of it. An Ascended Core. Something even veterans of centuries barely dreamed of touching, yet it burned inside him now, fused to his soul.
Ashwing stirred on his shoulder, claws shifting uneasily. 'You're glowing, Lindarion.'
