As they were observing, the tendrils suddenly reacted and began pulling back slowly, retreating from every surface of the cavern at once. Seeing that movement, everyone immediately took fighting positions, their weapons drawn as their auras sharpened in preparation.
The tendrils did not scatter but instead converged toward the boy, slipping back into his body one after another in an unnatural and almost fluid motion. As they entered him, they merged seamlessly, as if they had always been part of him, leaving no trace behind.
The moment the last tendril disappeared, his body began emitting terrifying fluctuations that felt unstable yet overwhelmingly oppressive. The aura around him surged irregularly, like something incomplete forcing itself into existence through sheer will.
