The next morning, Damien stood alone in Valdara's primary training yard, preparing himself for what was coming.
Not physical preparation – his body was as ready as it would ever be. This was mental conditioning. Accepting what he'd have to become. Making peace with the person who'd emerge from fifty percent corruption.
He manifested shadows, practicing techniques at his current capacity. The darkness responded instantly to his will, flowing like water, solid as steel when needed. Level 49 shadow comprehension made manipulation effortless.
But it wouldn't be enough. Not against tens of thousands.
He needed more. The Second Core would provide it, assuming he survived the corruption spike required to unlock it.
His communication stone pulsed. Seria's voice came through, tense.
"Damien. Something's come up with the defensive preparations. I need to handle it with Elara. We'll be back before evening."
"Everything alright?"
"Fine. Just... logistics. You focus on your preparation."
