Kyle opened his eyes slowly, the lingering heat of power still coursing through his veins. The sensation of manifestation was overwhelming, like something primal had awakened within him.
[Congratulations! You have manifested your will]
[Through manifesting your will, your talent has evolved!]
[Check your status window for more information!]
The glowing system text faded before his eyes, replaced by the cool desert night stretching beyond the tent flaps. A familiar voice snapped him from his awe.
"It seems you finally succeeded," Kodiac said, standing with his arms crossed. His expression was as unreadable as ever. "You took longer than I expected," he added flatly before turning to leave.
Kyle watched the demon walk away, his heavy steps quiet against the sand-coated floor. Kodiac wasn't the type for drawn-out praise—or conversation, for that matter. Prideful, distant, and unnaturally calm, he rarely acknowledged others unless absolutely necessary.
But Kyle wasn't done.
