Black sat cross-legged in Seraphi's courtyard, his brow furrowed in mild frustration as he stared down at his hands. His fingers flexed slightly, a faint pulse of energy flickering over his skin. It wasn't nearly enough. Not for him, not for someone who had once been a Supreme.
For someone who once commanded power with the snap of his fingers, being stuck at Level 1 of the Convergence Stage was an infuriating realization. The body he now inhabited, Voldrak's body, was capable—immensely so. Yet, the cultivation techniques Aros Black once mastered did not align as seamlessly with this new vessel. It was like trying to wear armor that didn't quite fit, pinching in some places, loose in others. Worse, the Dual Cultivation he relied on was significantly slower to advance when the body wasn't truly his own.
"Level 1," he muttered under his breath, clenching his jaw. "This body is slowing me down."
