A/N: I have made a little clarification about the change in his abilities so for those who might want to know more, please re-read chapter 47.
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Watts stood amidst the wreckage, his gaze fixed on the lifeless bodies sprawled across the cathedral grounds.
The air was heavy with the lingering energy of death, an oppressive force that would have overwhelmed anyone else. But to Watts, it felt natural, even comforting—a part of him.
Closing his eyes, he extended his senses, reaching for the power of death that radiated from the fallen council members.
The essence flowed to him in dark, swirling tendrils, weaving through the air before merging with his form.
He absorbed it effortlessly, feeling the surge of strength course through him.
As he opened his eyes, his aura seemed darker, more profound, his very presence exuding an unspoken dominance.
