[That depends on how strong he has become since. If his meridians have repaired themselves enough to handle the flood, he will ascend. But if not—]
The book paused, its voice dimming like a fading echo. [Then the very energy he cultivated to protect himself will tear through him, leaving nothing but ashes where a god once stood.]
Wooyun stared at Junghwa's still form, the faint flicker of red light beneath his closed eyes pulsing like a heartbeat. For the first time, he understood why the man had always felt so restrained. Why that impossible power seemed caged behind calm eyes and playful words. It wasn't arrogance that made Junghwa distant. It was survival.
And once again, he found himself amazed by this man. As Wooyun couldn't keep watch, trouble was brewing elsewhere.
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