The shard of fate belonging to Jankos, like a piece of glass, floated in midair before him.
Jankos was in such pain that his teeth clenched tightly, sweat pouring off him like rain, and the veins on his neck stood out clearly, like tangled roots.
The shard of fate suddenly transformed into countless motes of light, which began to restructure themselves once more, becoming mystical magical symbols.
Those symbols surrounded Jankos's entire body, beginning to transform him.
An image resembling an insect suddenly appeared above Jankos's head.
The image was extremely faint, as though shrouded by thick fog—only the head was visible.
It lowered its head, gazing at Jankos, its eyes filled with greed and disdain, as if it were looking at a piece of garbage.
Then, it turned into a wisp of smoke, slowly merging into Jankos's body.
"AGH!" Jankos felt even more pain, as if his body was about to explode.
