Max's eyes narrowed, and within moments, he understood. 'This path... it doesn't test the body—it tests the harmony between inheritance and energy.' Without wasting another second, Max summoned the Flame Tyrant Inheritance.
Black flames erupted across his body and wrapped around him like an emperor's cloak—furious, burning, yet obedient.
The moment the black flame cloak enveloped him, the chaotic reaction of his mana calmed, flowing naturally once more and he could finally controlled his mana normally.
He took another step, then another. The pressure continued to increase, but his mastery over the inheritance made it feel like a heated wind brushing against him, nothing more.
For a while, all was still—just the crunch of his boots on stone and the dance of dark flames rippling from his body—but then the path revealed its teeth.
