"Let's see what the Storm King Inheritance is all about," Max muttered, his voice calm but filled with the weight of expectation as he sat cross-legged on the cracked, scorched remains of the battlefield.
The red glow had completely vanished now, leaving behind only silence—and the vast trove of knowledge that had just been forcefully etched into his soul.
He closed his eyes, letting the whirlwind of inherited memories and information sort themselves out. His breathing slowed as he dove deep into his mind, navigating through the vast sea of battle experiences, insights, and storm-based principles left behind by the Storm King.
Every word, every image, every feeling was embedded with a kind of ancient clarity that showed just how powerful and refined this inheritance truly was.