Marcus pressed his hands together, his expression turning icy cold as his spiritual pressure surged. A deep, sonorous hum echoed from his body, resonating with the air itself. Behind him, the translucent silhouette of a colossal dragon began to form—its eyes burning with primal might, wings stretching outward as if to swallow the heavens.
This wasn't just power.
It was a Transcendent Character—the defining threshold that separated Stage 2 from the realm of legends.
A symbol of domination, of absolute pride—the Dragon had always stood as the peak of spiritual supremacy.
Ricky's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing.
He's that close... dangerously close to Stage 3.
There was no time to waste.
Then, Marcus spoke—his voice calm, almost godlike.
"Fusion of Two Worlds."
