Corey frowned deeply. 'Replace?'
The weight of the word lingered at the tip of his severed tongue like a slow poison.
Its main goal was not to kill?
Not to corrupt?
But to replace?
Corey had a feeling that the word wasn't metaphorical. Not in the slightest.
It was literal.
And he was beginning to see why the books had used that specific word.
Ever since the spikes had pierced into his body in that house, and that foreign energy had entered him, he had noticed something he hadn't thought out loud.
His mana had been flowing slightly different. His thoughts had not changed, but there had been a subtle resistance when he used certain skills like the Hexagon Nova Shield and Void Force.
It was not enough to be alarming. Just enough to be noticeable.
And then there was the way his Celestial Mana Veins had reacted when he summoned the massive Earth Wall.
He had initially thought the slight strain was due to overuse, but now, as he connected the dots, he realized something.
