Arthur left the inn and made his way back to the forest, heart pounding with anticipation.
The moment he arrived, he summoned Sylvaris.
A pulse of blinding white light erupted before him. The glow was intense, much brighter than before—like a cocoon woven from raw energy. Arthur's pupils contracted against the sheer brightness, but he didn't look away.
Then, the countdown began.
[Ding! Evolution in progress.](Cooldown: 5...4...3...2...1...)
The light trembled—then exploded outward.
Arthur's breath caught in his throat.
From the remnants of that radiance, Sylvaris emerged.
Arthur's eyes widened.
The serpent had transformed.
His silver scales of its former self were now gone. Now, Sylvaris's body was cloaked in obsidian-black scales, laced with jagged streaks of glowing emerald veins. Each scale shimmered like polished metal, shifting in colour depending on the angle of the light.