Zain stared at the system screen.
He didn't move. Just let out a long, sharp sigh.
"So that's it. Two actives. Two passives."
"All that hacking, and you capped me like some budget-level hero."
He clenched his fists, feeling the strange shift in his body.
Power pulsed beneath the surface but it wasn't the same as before.
He looked at his hand. Flexed it.
The strength was there… but unfamiliar.
"It's complete," he muttered.
"But weaker. My body's not what it used to be. Before, I was overflowing. Raw. Wild."
"Now—" he paused, "—everything's tighter. But it's not syncing yet."
He took a slow step forward.
"It's like before, I had five beasts pulling my power in different directions."
He raised both fists.
"Now I've got two chains. But they pull together."
His mouth curled into a half-smile.
"I just need to fight. A few real battles."
"Let this new form stretch out. Adjust. If I bleed a little, I'll grow a lot."
The screen behind him flickered softly.
