At first, he didn't notice. The sensation was subtle. A faint vibration, deep in his core. Like the turning of a great wheel just beginning to move after being still for far too long.
Then the system's voice echoed faintly in his mind.
[Congratulations]
[You have triggered the next phase of your awakening]
[Revolving Core: Activated]
His breath hitched.
He closed his eyes. Deep within his chest, his necromantic core had begun to revolve.
It was not spinning wildly, but it was moving with immense, slow power, like the shifting gears of a forgotten engine waking from slumber.
It wasn't just storing death energy anymore.
It was refining it.
Drawing it inward, compressing it, condensing the chaotic fragments of souls and fading echoes into something structured. Something purer. The revolving motion separated will from memory, essence from noise. It didn't destroy anything.
It reorganized.
[Revolving Core]
[Your necromantic core has begun its first revolution]
