His very being was unraveling.
Every fiber of his existence was being rewritten, reshaped, reforged into something beyond human.
And then—
The marrow.
A deep, pulsing ache erupted from the very core of his bones. The pain wasn't just physical; it reached into something deeper, something primal.
Uhh...It hurts, Ash thought as he clenched his fist and suppressed his scream.
The Rune's energy invaded him, seeping into the very essence of his body.
His blood boiled.
It wasn't an exaggeration. The liquid flowing through his veins sizzled, carrying the foreign power to every cell, every muscle, every vein. His organs quivered, his nerves ignited, his skin burned from the inside out.
His cells shuddered.
For a moment, they resisted. The Human body wasn't meant to endure something like this.
But resistance was futile. The foreign energy was relentless, breaking apart his very foundation, shattering him on a microscopic level—only to rebuild him.
Stronger.
Purer.
