More cracks spread across Max's Magic Soul as the pressure building within it continued to rise. He could feel it gathering around the center of his Magic Soul, pushing against the fractured outer layer until the entire structure trembled.
At any moment, it could explode, either completely transforming him or destroying everything he had spent so long building.
The pressure reached his bones, frightening him with its violence while also giving him hope for what followed.
The cracking of his Magic Soul also seemed to match the pace at which the Mana Heart was forming. Believing the two transformations were connected, just as Saelunith had promised, Max stopped resisting the pressure and allowed it to continue.
Below Max, the soldiers and people of the Imperial Court Empire watched as darkness spread across everything they had once believed belonged to them.
