Alaric stood alone in his chamber, feeling the darkness settle into his veins, a new, powerful resonance thrumming in every corner of his being. The vast shadow he had absorbed was now part of him, strengthening his essence, sharpening his mind, and infusing his abilities with an intensity he had never known before. In the stillness, he sensed each heartbeat as an echo of the Grimoire's power, as though the shadows themselves had become his blood, binding him to forces far older than his own lineage.
He closed his eyes, letting the sensation sweep through him, breathing in the newfound strength. Every sense, every instinct felt magnified. It was as if he had been reborn, the threads of power woven seamlessly into his very soul. He could feel his energy pooling in every muscle, his aura vibrating with a raw force that had yet to be tempered.
