The third month of the regression arrived with a conceptual fever that threatened to dissolve Ren Hanshin's very marrow. In the depths of the Okutama forest, where the iron wreckage of the Kashima Maru lay like the ribcage of a fallen titan, the air had grown thick with the scent of ozone and burnt starlight. The training had moved beyond the physical endurance of the mud and the sensory deprivation of the dark; it had entered the realm of reconstruction.
Ren lay strapped to a slab of volcanic basalt at the center of the shattered shrine. His chest was bared to the leaden sky, and his right shoulder, the jagged, cauterized stump left by the God of Light was a raw wound of flickering violet mana.
[Synchronization: 40.0% (ABYSSAL MASTERY)]
[Level: 82 -> 90]
[Condition: Soul-Reconstruction]
[Status: The Hollow King]
