[Evolving to Low Tier 3]
A spark was born deep in Sett's gut.
The instant he swallowed the Tomb Heart, the desert wind froze still.
The Monkey jolted. Zainah stiffened. Zarah stumbled back. Even Faceless, ever silent, felt it — a world-breaking change.
It was like the land itself was holding its breath.
The spark inside Sett grew — small, angry, blood-hot.
It seeped through his body, thick and slow, until every inch of him smoldered.
Sett groaned, a deep sound from the pit of his being.
His golden eyes cracked open — twin lines of searing light.
A grin — wide, savage, beautiful — split across his face.
Since the first dawn, humanity had one trait that crowned them kings.
It wasn't intelligence.
Even monkeys had that.
It wasn't strength.
Tigers had claws. Giants had muscle.
Sett rose to his full height, arms spread wide as if daring the gods to strike him down.
His clothes ripped apart like paper in a storm.
