Onver's eyelids slowly lifted, revealing a shimmer at the core of his pupils, a slight glow at the centre revealing a mysterious symbol—a cryptic symbol flashed momentarily, a fusion of three and a horizontal six,
He was eager to understand the changes he had undergone. He attempted to open his mouth and tried to produce any sound, but nothing happened. His initial expectation was that he would gain the ability to talk. It would help cast spells, right? It was most appropriate that he gained that ability; after all, that is the only thing he craved right now. That was the major reason he chose to use his own blood.
But his hope was crushed by brutal reality. He ignored that fact, delving into understanding his core. He willed his harmonic eyes to assess his cores.