Zena hurriedly closed her eyes and looked within her, witnessing the changed structure of her soul sanctum. It had indeed changed; a dark, demonic luster covered it. But most importantly, she could feel it instinctively.
The malevolent dark power, a trace of something supreme, was planted inside of her. The wall that had been blocking her for so many years had indeed broken down. She tried so many things, but it was the end of her talent. And there was rarely anything in this entire continent that could grow one's innate potential as a seeker.
This potential differed from the aspect potential, which marked the final boundary of one's limit. But most Seekers in truth could not even approach that final boundary. They would crumble much earlier.
As she opened her eyes, her gaze could not hide the excitement that she felt.
