"Upgrade." Noah said, loud and clear.
Advancement meant power and evolution, along with the kind of strength that would pull him even closer to what he needed to become.
But to upgrade Devour… that was different.
Devour wasn't just another spell. It was a piece of him.
It had saved him more times than he could count, and unlike every other spell he had, Devour had never failed him.
His lips curled faintly. "I'm not done with you yet."
The moment he confirmed, a surge of raw mana slammed into him like a tidal wave, tearing through every vein and muscle.
His breath hitched as the world around him dimmed. The ground shuddered beneath his feet.
For a brief second, he felt like he was being consumed. Like Devour itself was eating him.
Then, it was gone.
The silence afterward was deafening.
Noah straightened slowly, rolling his shoulders. His armor flickered, dark mist curling around his arms like living smoke.
He could feel the difference now.
