Cain could feel his body growing stronger with each passing day, but deep inside, he knew it was still far from enough. His eyes burned with a relentless desire for power, an all-consuming fire that refused to be extinguished. He continued his training with unwavering focus, allowing nothing to distract him from his path.
Every day, more and more of the liquid fire surged into his body, nurturing his draconic constitution and fueling the birth of his next Doomsday Star. Thanks to the boundless might of his soul and the resonance of his True Name, there were no barriers slowing his evolution.
Time passed in quiet determination. Day turned to night, then back to day, over and over in seamless repetition. Cain remained still, his body immersed in the celestial pool, his mind laser-focused. His thoughts were like sharpened blades, cutting through all distractions. Two and a half months after the awakening of his Sixth Doomsday Star, a new transformation gripped his body.
