Max lowered his head slightly, his white hair falling over his eyes, but his grip on himself never slipped.
He endured. Because there was no other choice.
The chamber around him hummed louder as the formation moved into its next stage. The pressure multiplied, and the Primordial Bloodline stopped flowing in strands. It started coming down in solid pillars of light.
The impact hit Max instantly. His body jolted again, and for a moment his aura flared out of control, bright enough to outshine everything else in the chamber. Then it got forced back down as the bloodline essence pressed even deeper into him.
The pain surged again, sharper, heavier, more absolute. Max's teeth clenched so hard a faint crack echoed out.
But he didn't lose consciousness. He couldn't. Because the moment he did, the transformation wouldn't stop. It would just break him.
