And then it was done.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then the molten ink ignited.
It was not heat; rather, it was the antithesis.
Cold dark fire erupted across Jack's back, burning downward through his physical flesh with aggressive intensity that should have reduced him to ash in seconds.
The agony was indescribable, transcending simple nerve signals to invade consciousness itself.
Jack's jaw clenched so hard that blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Outside the laboratory windows, the sky transformed. What had been a peaceful crimson morning turned to absolute black.
Darkness swallowed the light as if the universe itself was responding to the violation occurring within these walls.
Jack's golden-orange eyes turned purple.
Deep, absolute purple that burned with the weight of dark mana, integrating directly into his soul.
