" Grandpa Drax….. why are all transformations so bloody painful? " Max asked as he felt every fibre of his body being painfully rewired.
Max was becoming something different, something more profound than any mortal. His body was no longer just a vessel for mana; it was becoming a conduit for the divine essence.
He was undergoing a metamorphosis that was both agonising and enlightening. Every nerve, every fibre, every cell within him was aligning to channel this ancient, vast power.
The intensity of the process was unimaginable, yet beneath the pain, there was a sense of Deja Vu waiting for Max as the process of this awakening felt similar to the time he was unable to feel mana and had to undergo draconification.
Back then, he felt his collapsed mana veins being forcefully opened up, yet now he felt his already open veins being stretched to twice or thrice their current size giving him the same feeling that it was being forced open.
