Inside the black carriage, the chaos of the battlefield feels distant.
Alix leans back slightly, fingers resting against his chin as he saw what's going on, seeing the surge of mana, the artifact's activation, the impossible convergence of two auras becoming one.
For the first time since the battle began.
His eyes narrow with genuine interest.
"…That's new," Alix mutters.
The fusion finishes stabilizing. Two peak Tier Six auras compress, align, and lock into a single structure without collapsing. No rejection. No backlash. No spiritual erosion.
Alix exhales softly, impressed despite himself.
"How is that even possible," he says calmly, "to fuse two different people into one existence?"
Even with my arsenal…
His mind flicks through countless artifacts, soul cages, body vessels, possession cores, overwrite relics.
None of them do this.
A small shadow flutters down.
