A week passed.
The boys and Leonel sensed immense mana fluctuations coming from the lab. Without hesitation, they rushed toward it, the intensity of the energy making the air around them feel thick, almost suffocating. It wasn't just magic. It was something deeper, something primal.
Three days prior, they had carefully transferred the golden cocoon back to the lab, ensuring that Damon's transformation would take place in a controlled environment. But now, as they arrived at the entrance, it was clear—this was beyond their control.
The moment they stepped inside, they saw it.
The cocoon, once pristine and golden, was now covered in cracks. Thin fractures stretched across its surface like veins of lightning, pulsing with a strange radiance. The energy within surged wildly, as if something inside was struggling to break free.
Then, all at once, the cracks widened.
