Jaegar stood there, fists clenched, as he felt the remnants of chaotic energy coursing through his veins. The purple haze that had erupted around him moments ago now settled within, simmering beneath his skin like a dormant storm. His breath was unsteady, his mind reeling from the sudden surge of power. His body no longer felt the same—it was stronger, more attuned to the energy that had just awakened inside him.
His gaze drifted towards Angelina, who stood frozen at the foot of the chamber, her eyes wide, reflecting a mix of awe and deep concern.
Without hesitation, Jaegar took slow, deliberate steps toward her.
Each footfall felt heavier, as though the very ground beneath him recognized his transformation. When he finally reached her, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, leaning his head onto her shoulder.
"Grandma…" His voice was quiet, almost fragile compared to the immense power he had just unleashed.
