At first, there was only silence. Kallus felt a strange calm, but as the progress bar began to tick upward, a jolt of searing pain tore through his body. It was as if millions of tiny needles pierced every nerve simultaneously, forcing him to clench his fists in an effort to remain composed. He released a wild roar, unable to contain the agony.
Deep within his being, his dormant soul began to stir. In its slumber, his soul had taken the form of a colossal golden-white dragon, coiled majestically in the depths of his consciousness. As the awakening process unfolded, the dragon's eyelids fluttered, its luminous golden eyes snapping open with a commanding presence.
