As the morning light spilled through the curtains, Lin Tian stood before the mirror, staring into his own eyes.
Something was different. His pupils glowed faintly—like molten gold. His senses were sharper. Every breath he took felt like it carried power.
He lifted his hand.
A surge of heat built in his palm. Blue sparks crackled and danced across his fingers. The energy felt ancient, untamed—the breath of the Dragon Sovereign.