And the winner is…

Riven let out a slow breath, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he stared at the now-empty clearing. The weight of Seraphis's presence still lingered within him, a silent, coiled force resting in the depths of his shadow. Even now, he could feel the beast's mana thrumming through him, shifting, waiting.

This… this changed everything.

The sheer power he had absorbed was unlike anything he had wielded before. But it wasn't just about power. It was about what it meant.

If he could take control of a divine-grade entity… then the limits of what he could command had just expanded far beyond anything he had ever imagined.

And yet…

Riven flexed his fingers absently, feeling the strain of his depleted mana still weighing him down. He wasn't strong enough yet. Not truly. Taking control of Seraphis had nearly drained him completely.

His gaze flicked down to the countdown still glowing faintly on his forearm.

Six hours left.