Ravien stood silently in the center of the room.
The orange light seeping in through the window spread across the walls with a pale glow.
His eyes were fixed on a single point—his thoughts scattered, his face blank.
He was trying to gather the thoughts that slowly spiraled in his mind.
(POV: Ravien)
I'm going to create a new being... but I still don't know what it will look like.
I've thought about it for a long time. This time, I won't focus on appearance—only strength matters.
It doesn't need to be terrifying; as long as it's powerful, that's enough.
I suppose using the evolution method makes the most sense. I first developed it when I transformed the waste-eater.
When I provide the right conditions and infuse them with my own capacity, they evolve and grow stronger.
But if I go too far, the body can't handle it—it collapses under the strain.
So, I have to be careful. Precise. Balanced.
