The King of Monsters remained kneeling.
For several moments, he did not move.
Then the particles of darkness surrounding him began to sink into his body.
They passed through his scales without resistance, disappearing beneath them as though they had always belonged there.
A deep vibration spread through his body.
His muscles tightened.
The mana flowing through the throne room changed direction, gathering around him before being absorbed into his enormous frame.
His crimson eyes widened.
An unfamiliar sensation surged through his existence.
It was not a sudden transformation.
His physical form remained unchanged, and his aura did not explode outward.
But something had been added.
A small fragment of an existence far greater than himself had become part of his being.
The King closed his eyes.
He could feel it.
A connection.
A presence buried within his core.
It was faint, but unmistakable.
The avatar had not simply disappeared.
It had been assimilated.
