Lucavion's eyes widened in shock as the energy continued to flow. He had never felt anything like this before. It was as if his entire being was charged with raw, untamed power—one that could easily slip beyond his control if he wasn't careful.
"What is this…?" he whispered, marveling at the transformation.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he looked back at his core. The eerie, black mana had now settled within, its presence dominating the once-familiar space. The more he studied it, the more he realized how profoundly it had altered him.
Curious, Lucavion attempted to channel this energy into a technique he was familiar with, the [Black Blade of Iron].
It was a fundamental skill he had practiced for a year. But as he focused on summoning the familiar raw mana, he felt something strange.
Nothing happened.
The Black Mana inside his core refused to cooperate.
I feel a little bit better now, but not completely healed.