Adaptation inside the Dungeon interlude...

Lucas' entire being trembled.

Not from fear.

Not from exhaustion.

But from something far deeper.

Something primal.

The moment he sensed the malevolent energy pulsing within the newly transformed Heavenly Golem, a violent, uncontrollable reaction erupted inside him.

His instincts—no, it was more than that—his very soul recoiled.

It felt as though his entire ancestry, his entire existence, was screaming in protest at the abomination standing before him.

His blood boiled, burning inside his veins, not with rage, but with an unsettling, unbearable sensation—like something fundamental within him rejected the creature's presence on an instinctive level.

Something deep, ancient, and unexplainable stirred within him, an overwhelming command echoing in the marrow of his bones.

'Kill it.'

His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword, his breath shallow, his heartbeat hammering like a war drum.