The First Prince gathered the turbulent energy expelled from the child's prison before the recovery squads could dismantle the shattered matrix.
The dark-red current surged through his key-class authorization glyph, feeding directly into the dormant royal pathways beneath his skin.
Radiant Dominion filaments descended from an ancient celestial node, supplying structural reinforcement where his royal bloodline lacked natural density.
Every person standing inside the subterranean complex heard the divine proclamation reverberating through the spatial conduit.
"Accept ordered incarnation, and receive the rank denied by defective inheritance," the Dominion God intoned in a layered, resonance-laden voice.
The Prince stood behind the cracked observation glass, allowing the dark alchemical power to wrap around both his wrists like burning bracelets.
