"What… the hell is happening to me?!"
Unable to withstand the surge, Frey was violently dragged into the inner realm of his consciousness ...
pulled by Nameless, who intervened at the last second.
He crashed into the void of his mind, where the masked king awaited him.
"You .. what is happening to me?" Frey demanded, voice trembling.
Nameless answered with a calm that felt ancient.
"No need for that face. You will survive."
He lifted his gaze upward .. Frey followed.
Above them, a colossal abyss of darkness was forming, growing wider with every passing second.
"…What is that?" Frey asked, shaken.
"Your body received too much power at once. It is struggling to contain it, nothing more."
"Two stages of Shadow Adaptation…
and advanced ones, at that. Among my greatest abilities."
Nameless turned back to Frey.
"On top of that, the Shadowbolt Spear… naturally, your body will not withstand such rapid evolution smoothly."
"Spear? So that thing… belongs to me now?"
