Northern, as he was about to deliberate on his next course of planning, suddenly paused.
His expression was stiff, his face contorting like he had just found out he had eaten something bad.
Northern's brows furrowed together in a detrimental realization of what had come for him. He knew what this was.
'Soul wrenching transformation. I dread it…'
His talent was complete, and he was due.
The system appeared before his eyes, confirming his thoughts.
[You have reached 3,000 talent fragments]
[Your soul is evolving…]
Rumble!
The entire room that Northern was staying in began to crack. Northern quickly glanced up, worried as to why the entire building suddenly felt like it was being threatened, and coincidentally at a moment when he was going to be vulnerable.
