Remedy didn't release her grip. The pressure from the twelve-winged angel still crushed everything in the room, forcing even the Skarn bloodline to submit, yet her aura surged again without pause. She was pushing further.
Her divine spirit broke the rules every martial artist lived by. Where others relied on a single martial spirit to channel their affinity, Remedy possessed two. Even at bloodline level one, that abnormality alone already defied logic.
The second manifestation completed.
The air shifted instantly, turning heavy and cold as a thin mist spread outward from behind her. It wasn't explosive like the angel. It was quiet but far more unsettling as the temperature dropped sharply.
Within that swirling haze, something began to take shape.
At first, it was just a faint outline. Then the form condensed, scales emerging one after another, each one smooth and bone-white, reflecting the flickering lights of the building with a dull, ghostly sheen.
