Aamir kept moving toward Vedan Giri, the ancient, forest-covered mountain range now echoing with strange whispers. The wind carried with it the scent of damp earth and distant blood. His pace was steady, yet his thoughts were storming.
"Hai Luman," Aamir said softly, voice low as he stared ahead. "I have a problem... I don't know why, but every time I activate my Chimera form… I lose control. I go berserk—like a mindless monster."
There was a brief pause.
Luman, the AI embedded in Aamir's soul system, responded with its usual calm, slightly synthetic tone:
"Host, you received your Chimera form from beast lineage. Beasts do not possess clear reasoning or self-control until they reach extremely high evolutionary stages. You, currently, are a beastkin… and your level of control is insufficient."
Aamir frowned. "So you're saying… because I'm not strong enough, I can't control it?"
