The Heart of 18 Magic Circles pulsed steadily in Liam's reconstructing chest, its eighteen chambers beating in perfect rhythm. Blood vessels spread outward like silver threads, preparing pathways through a body that was still forming. The Dao Bones continued growing, each rib decorated with glowing runes that shifted between deep purple and flowing darkness.
Then space tore open again and the Origin Devouring Body emerged.
It didn't have a physical form. Instead, it appeared as pure essence—a swirling mass of energy that looked like liquid starlight mixed with absolute darkness. The essence moved with awareness, with intelligence, flowing through the void toward Liam's skeletal form.
The Voidling's massive eyes tracked its approach, but was too shocked to say anything. It realised that the force backing this human had access to things that should have been lost to time itself.
The Origin Devouring Body reached Liam's bones and simply flowed into them.
