Kyrian looked directly at the Fire Spirit. His gray eyes, still tinged by the Eyes of the Gray Flame, met the flaming eyes of the ancient creature with a firmness that did not waver.
"Yes. Perform the implantation."
The Spirit remained motionless for several seconds.
The flames within its translucent body flickered slowly, as if it were analyzing Kyrian one last time, searching for hesitation, fear, or impending regret on his face.
It found none.
Then it nodded.
"Very well."
Its voice echoed throughout the entire volcanic dome, reverberating against the stone walls like a solemn thunderclap.
"The moment we begin... there will be no turning back."
Kyrian did not answer.
He simply walked to the center of the altar and sat down in a cultivation position. His legs crossed atop the warm stone, his hands rested on his knees, and his back remained straight.
