The pitch-black isolation of the spatial void offered no reprieve from the suffocating pressure building within Alaric's physical vessel. His internal meridians burned with the ferocity of a contained star. The newly absorbed Nine-Heavens Violet-Gold Suanni essence clashed violently with his Azure Spirit Lion foundation, forcibly rewriting his cellular structure. His bone density increased, the marrow solidifying to bear the apocalyptic weight of a true Beast Emperor lineage.
He locked his jaw, suppressing the involuntary tremor threatening to shake his arms. He could not afford a single ounce of his aura to leak into the stagnant air.
'The ascension is stabilizing,' Alaric analyzed, focusing his Archmage intellect entirely on the microscopic regulation of his heartbeat. 'I must purge the immediate environment of biological and arcane residue.'
