Jason stands still, breathing deeply, as he feels the immense power swirling through his body. His hands tremble slightly, not out of fear, but from the raw energy now coursing through him. His mind clears as he focuses inward, using his soul sense to take stock of the changes within him.
As his awareness delves deeper, he feels it—a profound transformation, not just in his body, but in his very soul. He shifts his focus to his physical form, sensing every inch of it. His muscles are more defined, but not overly bulky. There's a refinement to them now, a smooth power, as though his body had been sculpted for efficiency, not for display. He is stronger, his frame broader, but the increase is subtle, sleek, and controlled, like a predator honed for precision rather than brute force. The changes are elegant rather than overpowering, the work of a craftsman, not a weightlifter. His clothes, already tight on him, feel even more restrictive, the fabric strained against the new muscles beneath his skin.
The most striking change Is his height. As Jason stands there, he realizes that he has grown by two inches, now standing at a solid six feet and two inches. The world seems a bit smaller, but more imposing, as his newly heightened form towers over things in a way he wasn't used to. It's not overwhelming, but he can feel the difference—he's more physically imposing, more present.
Shifting his focus inward, Jason moves his awareness deeper still. Inside his soul sea, a vast ocean of spiritual energy that resonates with his essence, he sees it clearly now—the seeds of power that have been planted within him.
The first seed Is a brilliant bolt of lightning, crackling with raw energy, suspended in the water of his soul sea. It pulses with the power of storms, an embodiment of swift, unrelenting force. It is the seed of *lightning*—the law of speed, destruction, and change. The energy it radiates is chaotic but controlled, a force that can be used to strike quickly and decisively.
Next, he sees the seed of wind, floating delicately in the soul sea. It is an ethereal form, lighter and more subtle, but no less powerful. It swirls around him, carrying with it the promise of freedom, mobility, and untapped potential. The seed represents the law of *wind*—the power of movement, agility, and shifting forces. It's tied to the unseen currents of air, the subtlety of control, and the flow of power that cannot always be seen but is felt in every gust.
And finally, there is the seed of water. Unlike the others, it feels deep, infinite, and mysterious. It swirls like a stormy ocean, its surface rippling and shifting as though it's alive. This seed represents the law of *water*—fluidity, adaptability, and the power of creation and destruction. It holds the essence of the Leviathan itself, a force that can both nourish and consume. The law of water is one of balance, transformation, and the ebb and flow of power that can be channeled in endless ways.
Jason looks at each of these seeds, his connection to them growing stronger with every breath. Each one represents a law that he has earned by claiming the blood of the Leviathan—laws that govern the very elements themselves. His body has been transformed, but these seeds, these new aspects of his soul, mark the true depth of the change he has undergone.
He reaches out with his soul, feeling the energy of the seeds. He can sense the immense power within them, a power that will shape his path from now on. They are not just symbols—they are living forces that he can tap into, each of them waiting for him to unlock their full potential.
The seed of lightning crackles with promise, ready to unleash bolts of destructive energy. The seed of wind beckons him to move with speed and grace, to dance with the air itself. And the seed of water, ever shifting, hums with the rhythm of life and death, offering him the power of transformation.
Jason closes his eyes for a moment, the weight of it all settling on him. He is not the same person he was before—he is something else now, something more. These laws, these seeds, have become a part of him. They are his to control, but also his to respect.
His mind shifts back to the present. The Leviathan's presence lingers in the back of his mind, its voice a constant reminder of the bond they now share.
"The seeds are yours, Jason," the Leviathan's voice echoes softly in his mind. "With them comes power beyond your imagining, but also responsibility. You must learn to harness these laws. You must *master* them. Only then will you truly understand the weight of the blood you have taken."
Jason takes a deep breath, feeling the presence of the seeds within him. He knows that his journey is far from over. The power of the Leviathan is now a part of him, but mastering it will take time, patience, and control. How he wields these new abilities, these laws of nature, will shape the course of his destiny.
The cavern, still heavy with the aftermath of the transformation, begins to warp again. The air grows thick with energy as the Leviathan's presence materializes before Jason—this time not in its true form, but in a humanoid shape. A figure, tall and imposing, with features that almost resemble a person but with an eerie, otherworldly aura. His eyes glow with the same crimson light that now pulses within Jason, and the air around him shimmers with the weight of his power.
Jason stands before him, still adjusting to the overwhelming surge of energy inside him. The room feels charged, alive, and Jason can sense that the Leviathan—though in a human-like form—is far from what it seems.
"You have taken my blood," the Leviathan's voice rumbles, but now with a more intimate, personal tone. "You are mine, Jason. But I am more than just a power to be wielded. I am a force of nature, an ancient will. And now that you've claimed my essence, there are... things you must understand."
Jason feels the heat of the transformation inside him—a force he can barely comprehend, his body still buzzing with the power of the Leviathan's blood. As the Leviathan's words echo in his mind, something else stirs within him. A surge of energy—raw, primal—floods through him. His body reacts involuntarily, and suddenly, Jason is embarrassed. He feels an uncontrollable reaction, a surge of yang energy that's explosive and unrelenting.
His loins stir, and Jason, mortified, looks down in shock. His pants are tight, and a wave of shame floods his face as he realizes his body has betrayed him in the most embarrassing way possible. The powerful surge of energy—so tied to the Leviathan's essence—has a very real, physical effect.
The Leviathan watches him, a sly grin spreading across its face. It leans closer, the air around it thickening with its presence. The creature's human form is oddly charismatic, and its grin seems to grow more knowing with every second.
"Ah," the Leviathan hums, clearly amused by Jason's discomfort. "The power that flows through you, Jason. It is *alive*—and it does not only awaken your mind, but also your body. The blood you have claimed is more than just strength and will. It is desire, raw and untamed."
Jason feels his face flush with embarrassment, but there's little he can do to control the surge of power. His breath hitches as the feeling intensifies, and it's impossible to ignore.
The Leviathan watches him for a moment longer before raising a hand. With a deliberate motion, it opens a portal in the air, the space twisting and warping. The light shifts, and the sound of distant laughter, soft chatter, and the rustling of silks filters through.
"You will need to learn how to control this energy," the Leviathan murmurs, its voice now laced with amusement. "But for now, the three girls you travel with are waiting. They, too, play a part in this... transformation. I have opened a portal for you to meet them."
The portal reveals a lavish room beyond—a stark contrast to the cavernous depths of the Leviathan's domain. Rich, elegant tapestries hang on the walls, and soft golden light fills the space. The three sisters—Ramla, Adea, and Nea—are there, sitting together on plush cushions, surrounded by the opulence of the room. Their eyes are wide as they look at the portal, sensing something beyond the threshold but not understanding its full meaning.
Jason's heart races as he stands, his body still filled with the untamed energy of the Leviathan's blood. The portal hums before him, the three women waiting on the other side. The Leviathan's voice is a low, vibrating presence in his mind, but it is quieter now, like a lingering shadow.
"You are not just their companion anymore," the Leviathan's voice whispers, almost too quietly to hear. "You are something... more. How you choose to wield this newfound power will shape everything. You are tied to them, but also to me."
Jason stands frozen for a moment, unsure whether to step through the portal. The women await, unaware of the transformation that has overtaken him, of the power that now flows through his veins. He can feel their presence—each of them with their own mysteries, their own emotions—and the weight of what this means presses on him.