Sable stared at Hajin in absolute disbelief as the suffocating pressure within the proving ground abruptly reversed its directional flow.
The scalding crimson feedback inundating her pathways ceased pushing outward, curling back toward Hajin's trapped palm like floodwater plunging into an abyss.
'Is he absorbing an ancient dragon's essence through an unclassified art despite his novice rank?' she wondered as terror gripped her chest.
Hajin stood motionless with his eyes closed, the newly forged dark-silver band upon his left pinky blazing through the crimson haze.
Every particle of hostile dragon mana brushing his skin vanished into the metallic band, leaving his internal channels remarkably tranquil for the first time.
The monolithic ten-Shard core dimmed visibly from deep imperial violet toward a muted lilac as its violent vibrations weakened under the terrifying suction.
