Second by second, the figure emerging from the vortex grew clearer. The outline of Vlad's new body sharpened as the last strands of cosmic fire fused into him. His aura, once volatile and storm-like, stabilized and contracted with impossible density.
The energy radiating from him became so pure and so tightly contained that not a single thread leaked outward. It compressed until the very light around him bent and distorted, as if the world were struggling to acknowledge his existence—like a singularity standing in the open sky.
Vlad hovered silently, staring at his own hands in wonder as awareness gradually returned to his eyes. For a moment, he could hardly believe what he was sensing. His entire body felt different—vast, refined, seamless.
He had evolved.
And not merely in strength.
This was something transcendent.
As he focused inward, examining the depths of his consciousness, a spark of surprise flickered across his face. "My Soul Dimension is gone."
