The first thing Michael did, naturally, was check if he could now channel his talent into the spear.
As he'd suspected—he could.
A surge of excitement coursed through him, but he didn't immediately rush to evolve it.
After evolving hundreds of times, it wasn't that the thrill was gone—only that it was no longer the same impatient, reckless urge he once had. Back then, he would have evolved it the instant he discovered the possibility.
Now, simply knowing the spear could be evolved was enough.
That knowledge settled into him like a quiet assurance, allowing him to set the thought aside and focus on other matters—for the moment.
He shifted the Venomfang Spear in his hands, rolling the familiar grip in his palms before focusing on the next aspect of the [Object Refinement Art]—storage within his soul.
If the skill functioned as described, the spear could rest within him, accessible at a thought, ready to manifest in an instant.
