For the past few days, Liam had thrown himself into the art of Shadow Solidification, honing it to become something better. Each midnight, he shaped Nyxie into a new form—a sparring partner molded from his shadow. These nightly bouts weren't just for fun; they were sessions meant to sharpen his combat edge and gauge how much his Myst reserves had grown since that blood-soaked encounter with the Blood Demons.
And the results? Impressive. His ability to maintain Shadow Solidification while fighting had surged beyond what it once was. Where once his control wavered, now it held strong and stable. But even with all that progress, one goal kept gnawing at him.
Ascension.
