With the final death of Davon, the silence of the void was absolute.
Aegon stood alone amidst the nothingness, his chest heaving as the mystic organs settled into his physiology.
"Congratulations.
You have won the Battle for the Throne of All," Owl's voice resonated from the shadows.
The Chief Judge stepped forward, his head bowed in a rare, profound gesture of submission.
The moment the proclamation was made, Aegon's very soul underwent a cataclysmic evolution.
It surged and expanded, transcending its mortal boundaries to become a Mystic Soul.
The change was systemic; every bone, every drop of blood, and every internal organ shifted into a mystic state.
The power was intoxicating, a roaring river of divine energy that made him feel as though he held the very strings of existence in his hands.
He was no longer just a mystic wielder; he was a legend.
With a sharp snap of his fingers, the void dissolved, and the grand courtroom of the Prime World returned.
