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Darkness didn’t fade. It deepened. Ren couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even feel his body. Only one thing remained. Awareness. Something was changing. Not outside. Inside. [Evolution in progress.] A pulse echoed through the void. Slow. Heavy. Ancient. Then pain returned. Not sharp. Not sudden. Endless. His bones began to reshape. Stretching. Reforming. Muscles tore apart. Then rebuilt. Stronger. Denser. His spine cracked. Again. And again. Something new for