Aamir walked slowly through the underground corridor.
Every step felt… different.
Not heavier.
Not lighter.
Just precise.
Like his body knew exactly how much force to apply without him thinking about it.
He flexed his fingers once.
The movement was smooth. Instant. Perfect.
"…So this is what it feels like," he muttered.
Not human.
Not completely.
He exhaled and willed it.
A translucent screen flickered into existence in front of his eyes.
For a split second it glitched—
Then stabilized.
The interface was no longer the familiar dark tone he remembered.
It was white-gold, clean and radiant, with crimson patterns etched along the corners, pulsing faintly like veins.
Aamir blinked.
"…That's flashy."
At the top of the screen, text formed clearly.
Name: Aamir Singh
Below it—
Race: Beastkin
Title: Ascendant
Aamir frowned.
"…Ascendant?"
He tilted his head slightly. "So what now, am I a god or something?"
He waited.
Instinctively.
For a voice.
For commentary.
