THE ULTIMATE FORM
The chamber trembled, molten veins writhing violently, adaptive fragments reforming faster than the heirs could track. Sparks erupted in chaotic bursts as the Primordial Shadow convulsed in the center, molten core pulsing with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Kael’s amber eyes narrowed, wolf form bristling, muscles coiled for the fight of a lifetime.
“It’s… changing,” Nara whispered, silver fire spiraling around her hands, energy pulsing violently. “Its core… it’s evolving… becoming… something new. Something far more dangerous.”
Lyra’s golden aura flared, pulsing outward, stabilizing the molten fissure. “We knew this might happen. Its adaptive intelligence is reaching a threshold. If it completes its transformation… nothing in this realm will stand against it.”
Riven’s claw
