Theron felt a great pressure coming down, and then came the violent upswell that rocked him from head to toe.
Pain.
It wasn't a feeling that Theron was unfamiliar with, but that didn't mean that he didn't feel as though his entire world was being flipped on its head.
It dug into his flesh, tore into his bone, and then began to rearrange his body as it pleased.
'NO!' Theron roared in his mind.
Finally, he understood completely.
This so-called Returning to Ancestor the Nightingale Ancestor Bird was speaking of was, indeed, referring to his Meridians. As his body was changing, he could feel the energy worming into his Meridians, trying to overwrite the changes his bloodline had made to them.
He had lost some branching paths of his Dark Mancy Meridians, and now this Nightingale Ancestor seemed to want them back and then some.
Theron refused.
