Time passed.
Not in moments.
Not in scenes.
But continuously.
Unbroken.
Relentless.
Han Chandu moved within it.
Calm.
Controlled.
Because now—
Everything followed the same pattern.
Search.
Find.
Kill.
Consume.
Repeat.
Sacred creatures—
Appeared rarely.
But they appeared.
And when they did—
He killed them.
No delay.
No hesitation.
No mistake.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Time moved.
Four months—
Passed.
Without interruption.
Without deviation.
Only accumulation.
A faint panel appeared.
[ Sanctuary Panel ]
Status:
Evolution → Not Evolved
Life Span → 200 Years
Genes:
Ordinary → 100 / 100
Primitive → 100 / 100
Mutant → 100 / 100
Sacred → 47 / 100
Beast Souls:
Armor → Shadow Armor
Weapon → Mutant Blade
Weapon → Mutant Sword
Weapon → Sacred Beast Soul
The panel faded.
No reaction.
Because the result—
Was expected.
Not sudden.
Not excessive.
Only correct.