The panel of a trial taker was never meant to reveal everything. It only showed the face-value details, that were enough for guidance, but never the whole truth. That was why Elizabeth hadn't known she carried the blood of a dragon until her awakening, and why Leon hadn't fully understood the depths of his own talent. Some things were left for the trial taker to discover, the system forcing them to piece together mysteries of their own existence.
So for the panel, an interface that never bothered to read between the lines to suddenly display a change in his race, it could only mean one thing. This wasn't some superficial difference, like hair or eye color. This was deeper. Substantial and fundamental. His race, the very foundation that determined a trial taker's limits, had shifted.
And what stared back at him was a single, jarring word:
[ERROR]
