The Grand Hall of the Lunaris Pack blazed with the light of a thousand whale-fat candles. The amber glow reflected off the polished white marble, creating an atmosphere that was as sacred as it was suffocating. In the center of the hall, under the piercing gaze of thousands of clan members, a young man stood before the Holy Altar. His name was Aroan."Tonight, the pure blood of the Lunaris shall awaken the Guardian Beast from the legendary Obsidian Egg!" The voice of Alpha Kaelor, Aroan’s father, thundered across the hall. The sheer weight of his aura pressed down on the shoulders of everyone present. The Alpha’s eyes locked onto Aroan with a glimmer of pride—a pride Aroan knew all too well was incredibly fragile.Aroan took a deep, trembling breath, desperately trying to steady his racing heart. Three years. For three excruciating years, he had been mocked. His physical strength and mana reserves were stagnant at a pathetic Rank-F. He had trained in the freezing woods until he coug

Aroan’s footsteps dragged heavily across the damp, jagged rocks of Velmora. The scraping of his ruined soles echoed against the cavern walls, which gaped open like the maw of a colossal beast. Even though the Void System had hastily stitched his severed Achilles tendons with Shadow Fibers, the agony hadn't magically vanished. Every step felt like driving electrified, rusted nails straight into his heels. Yet, he refused to collapse. His right hand maintained a death grip on the heavy rusted sword Sargon had tossed him, using the blade as both a crutch and a shield.At his side, Nyx limped along. The faint purple glow emitting from the crippled pup’s left eye served as their solitary beacon in an oppressive darkness that actively repelled moonlight.Roughly ten paces ahead, the towering, gray-cloaked figure of Sargon ground to a halt.Facing a sheer wall of solid rock, the iron-masked giant didn't bother looking back. Sargon unsheathed a curved dagger from beneath his tattered cloak.

Descending into the second level of Velmora was not a journey; it was a psychological execution. Darkness down here was not merely the absence of light. It was a living, freezing entity that actively crawled into the pores of the skin, attempting to freeze the blood from the inside out. Aroan could not walk upright. Every single movement across the cavern floor, slick with ancient, putrid slime, was an extreme struggle.The Shadow Fibers forcefully stitching his severed Achilles tendons throbbed wildly, reacting like aggressive parasites trying to adapt to a hostile host. With every step Aroan took, the threads of dark energy violently scraped against his fractured bones. It felt as though thousands of iron centipedes were devouring his flesh from the inside. Yet, he refused to stop. Behind him, Nyx followed closely, the primal wolf’s solitary purple eye piercing the thick fog like a predatory beacon."If you stop, they will start eating you from your toes," Sargon’s heavy, gravelly

Victory over the Elite Abyssal Stalker did not last more than a few fleeting minutes before absolute destruction knocked on the door of Aroan’s consciousness in the most agonizing way imaginable.As soon as the pitch-black aura from the massive monstrosity was entirely absorbed, solidifying into the Dark Iron Bones beneath his flesh, the intoxicating surge of power instantly mutated into a lethal double-edged sword. Yes, his skeleton was now as impenetrable as obsidian steel, capable of withstanding devastating physical trauma. However, a fatal flaw lay hidden within something entirely invisible: The Meridians.[System Warning! 'Soul Vessel' capacity critically exceeded!][Energy density of Entity 'Nyx' violently surpasses the tolerance limit of Host's Rank-F Meridians!]Aroan’s body was a biological anomaly forced together by sheer desperation. His meridian channels—the microscopic, invisible pipelines that circulated mystical energy throughout the body—were still horrifyingly narrow

Velmora’s third tier was the tomb of a forgotten civilization.Unlike the upper levels, which were merely a labyrinth of natural caves, these depths revealed the silent, sprawling ruins of an ancient city. Towering obsidian structures, eroded by eons of darkness, reached up like the colossal skeletal fingers of dead giants trying to claw at a cavern ceiling that had never known light. The air here was heavy and oily, saturated with dense Void particles capable of shattering an ordinary human’s sanity within minutes. The only illumination came from the faint, pale-purple glow of corrosive crystals that snaked across the walls of the dead metropolis.Aroan strode down the center of a cracked main road, his every step now steady and utterly soundless. Beside him, Nyx, in its full Shadow Primal Fenrir form, moved with an intimidating, predatory grace. Each exhale from the giant wolf released a plume of purple vapor that instantly froze the air, leaving a thin, black layer of frost on the