Caine felt the difference immediately.
There was no explosion, no ripple of qi—nothing. And yet, everything felt different.
The kernels of endless power within each progenitor bloodline had been forcefully drawn and fused into his own, creating a new baseline—the sum of all three thousand and eight hundred kernels. But this time, Caine wasn't wielding another race's bloodline. This was a human bloodline—one of his own creation, a bloodline that harmonized perfectly with the intricate workings of his Bond Space.
A Human Bloodline born from the greatest Beast Progenitor Bloodlines in existence, forged by a spirit human, the pinnacle of human potential—it was flawless.
The changes to his body were seamless and instantaneous. His form shuddered briefly, rippling a dozen times before settling into a tranquil, unnerving stillness.
The world continued to crawl at an unbelievably slow pace around Caine.
