The room was engulfed in deep darkness, with the only source of light emanating from Liang's piercing gaze. His eyes, once filled with curiosity and intrigue, now held a new, darkened intensity. The transformation was complete.
A wicked smile curved on Liang's lips as he surveyed his surroundings. The inn room felt suffocating, as if the very air had grown dense with malevolence. This newfound power surged through his veins, its dark energy pulsating within him.
Within the depths of his being, Liang felt an electrifying surge as the rune fused with his essence. In that moment, the ancient knowledge locked within the rune awakened, flooding his consciousness with a profound understanding. It was no ordinary rune; it was the ancient Primordial Chaos Rune, a relic steeped in mystery and whispered about only in hushed tones.
