A Promise

It happened.

Instead of shattering—

Instead of breaking apart like before—

The wheel absorbed the lightning.

A sudden surge of power rippled through it, its rotation accelerating, its presence sharpening.

The once gray glow began to change—

It turned deep purple.

Electric arcs crackled along its edges, flickering wildly.

Max's eyes widened.

Encouraged, he released more Lightning Aura into the wheel.

Purple bolts surged forward, wrapping around the construct, embedding themselves deep within its form.

WHIRRRRR!

The Evil Wheel of Samsara rotated violently, spinning at an insane speed, warping the space around it.

It was no longer just a weapon of slaughter—

It had become something new.

Something infused with speed, precision, and overwhelming electric force.

Max stared at it for a moment—

Then a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

"It worked."