DUM!
The beat of his heart was a ridiculously heavy one.
Every time it beat, it felt like a surge of strength coursed through him, radiating outward from his chest to the tips of his fingers and toes. It was not merely a heartbeat anymore. It was a declaration. A drum of war sounding within his very flesh.
His marrow was hard to even explain.
He could feel it deep within his bones, stirring with purpose it had never possessed before. It felt like his marrow was trying to produce Mana on its own, reaching toward a state of generation that should only belong to Fourth Circle cultivators. It had not changed enough to fully allow this, the crystallization was barely begun, but the intent was there. The potential was there. Given time and further cultivation, his marrow would become a wellspring of power rather than merely a vessel.
Even his blood!
