Beaming with pride and an unwavering belief in his son's potential, Mark's father approached him, brimming with satisfaction. 'How was it, my son?' he inquired, his voice carrying a mixture of joy and pride.
He took immense satisfaction in witnessing Mark's successful transformation, recognizing it as a significant step towards assuming the revered throne.
Mark's eyes sparkled with a flicker of excitement as he stretched his limbs, his newfound abilities lending him an air of confidence.
In a playful jest aimed at Nathan, who was three months younger than him, Mark responded, 'Exciting, father. I can hardly contain my eagerness to embrace what lies ahead.
Once the time is right, I shall ascend the throne with determination. And by then, our young champion here will have also undergone his transformation.'
With a nod of assurance, Mark's father gestured towards Nathan, their spirited companion, and exited the room.
