The numbers flashed. The blue light pulsed—brighter, faster, the rhythm shifting from a heartbeat to something else. Something deeper. Something that resonated in his bones, in his blood, in the marrow of him.
Raven closed his eyes.
He felt it.
The change was not dramatic. It was not explosive. It was not the eruption of power that came with erasing a shoulder or removing a leg. It was quiet. Subtle. Like a door opening in a room you have lived in for years—a door you never noticed, behind which lies a room you never knew existed.
His body changed.
Not visibly. Not to the three women who were still sucking his cock, still licking his balls, still moaning against his flesh.
They did not feel it. They did not notice. But he did. He felt the shift—the deepening, the widening, the expansion of something that had been constrained and was now free. His mana pool, already vast, doubled.
