The ninth star was but the penultimate gate.
Beyond it lay the tenth star, the true threshold—the ascension. To reach it was to stand at the very brink of godhood, a mortal no longer, but a lesser god in truth.
The goddess herself had spoken of it.
She had promised him, "When you step into the realm of immortality, I shall stand before you once more."
"Your bloodline abilities have progressed significantly," Sigora observed.
"The seals I placed are almost entirely dissolved now. You're at what—eighty percent integration?"
Jorghan nodded.
[Three seals intact—Profundity]
[Current Status: Bloodline Integration 80%]
[Carnage Requiem: Advanced Protocols Accessible]
[Ancestral Memory Banks: Expanding]
"Jorghan," Sigora said gently.
"Promise me that you will never break those seals."
"I cannot say for sure, Mother. But I will try to keep myself out of trouble."
