The new text settled into place slowly, as if even the system hesitated to show it to me.
I stared at the shifting panel, my pulse steady but my mind bracing.
Then the words clarified.
[Second lock: Bloodline weakening.]
[Progression 1% → 3%.]
I didn't blink.
Three percent.
That meant something had moved. Not much. Not explosively. But enough to register. Enough to matter.
A strange sensation crawled along my spine—not power this time, not pressure, but anticipation. If the first seal breaking had felt like a door unlocking, this felt like a hinge loosening somewhere deeper in the structure.
Second lock: weakening.
Not breaking.
Weakening.
Which meant it was already under strain.
I let my gaze drift lower as more information unfolded beneath the progression line.
Bloodline: ??? BloodlineRank: Unmeasurable
The three question marks felt deliberate.
Not hidden.
Unknown.
As if even the system refused to assign it a name.
Rank: Unmeasurable.
Not S.
Not SSS.
