The more Max reached into his new power and the magic that had shaped his heart, the more violently the realm of darkness trembled around him. The void no longer resisted his presence or remained at a distance. It rushed toward his spiritual form from every direction as though it had always belonged to him, forcing itself into every empty space within his soul and attempting to fill the emptiness where his old heart had once existed.
His spiritual form became darker with every passing moment until it resembled a figure cut from the night itself. Even the pale energy of the Death Bloodline disappeared beneath its surface, leaving only brief colorless flashes moving through the blackness whenever his new heart contracted.
The mana container within his soul began expanding as well. The larger it became, the stronger the pull surrounding Max grew, allowing him to draw magic toward himself faster than ever before.
