The transformation had started, signaled by the air inside was screaming.
Damien hovered an inch above the cold, Abyss Iron floor. His shirt had long since burned away, revealing a torso painted in a chaotic, violent war of two absolutes.
On his left, the pitch-black Hollow King mana devoured all light, representing the absolute void.
On his right, the Golden Dragon Aura flared with the heat of a miniature sun, representing tyrannical, unyielding existence.
In the centre of his chest, where the two forces clashed, the [Mercury Crucible] spun rapidly.
The Demi-God artifact acted as the perfect mediator.
It acted as a loom, taking the threads of Gold and Black and weaving them together at the conceptual level.
Damien threw his head back, a low, roar vibrating in his throat.
'8th Order,' Damien thought, his consciousness expanding as the pain reached its zenith.
'To reach the 8th Order, you do not just wield the law. You become it.'
