After what felt like an eternity of kisses, the two most important women in Yan's life — his mother and sister — finally pulled away.
"Tomorrow is the big day, my son. You'll finally awaken your mana," Helena said, her eyes gleaming with pride and anticipation.
"That's right, little brother," Aurora added with a teasing smile. "After all these years, you're finally stepping into your power. Are you nervous?"
Hearing those words, Yan felt his heart begin to race.
For seventeen years, he had prepared for this moment. He trained his body, sharpened his mind, and never allowed himself to slack off — always guided by the firm but loving hands of his mother and sister.
"I'm ready," he said calmly. "I've done everything I could to be in my best shape. I promise I won't let you down."
"No matter what happens," Helena whispered, gently cupping his face, "you'll never be a disappointment to me."
"And I'll always be by your side," Aurora added, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Overwhelmed by their support, Yan's heart swelled with warmth.
With a family like this, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Silently, he vowed to protect them and bring them happiness — no matter what it took.
Closing his eyes briefly, he spoke from the depths of his heart.
"Thank you. I love you both more than anything. I'm truly fortunate to have you as my family."
The two women, touched by his words, embraced him once again with gentle kisses.
And so, the rest of the day passed peacefully in a home bathed in quiet, sacred warmth.
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That night, Helena prepared a hearty, delicious dinner. They ate until they were full, laughing and chatting about the possibilities of the next day.
Afterwards, they gathered on the couch to watch a movie before bedtime.
"That movie was trash," Aurora groaned. "Those actors clearly don't know a damn thing about fighting dimensional beasts."
"Even I could tell the fights were fake — and I've never even fought one," Yan agreed.
Helena let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, they're actors. It's only natural they wouldn't capture the real essence of battle," she said, amused.
They nodded, and then each went to brush their teeth and prepare for bed.
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As Yan stepped out of the bathroom, ready to head to his room, a soft voice called to him — gentle, but carrying something more beneath the surface.
"Sweetheart… would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?" Helena asked, standing at the end of the hallway.
She wore a sheer, silver-gray nightgown that clung to her curves. Her long, silken hair shimmered like moonlight.
Yan froze.
His heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by her voice — and her presence.
He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering over her figure. She was stunning… almost divine. Her violet eyes, deep and brilliant, drew him in more than anything.
Heat stirred in his chest, but he forced himself to breathe.
"I-I should sleep in my room tonight, Mom," he said, cheeks burning. "Tomorrow's an important day."
Helena stepped closer, a soft, teasing smile on her lips.
"You used to love sleeping beside me," she whispered, gently placing her hand against his chest.
Yan closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself.
"Yes," he said firmly. "But I need to be at my best. I want to give tomorrow everything I've got."
Helena looked at him for a long moment… then smiled with pride.
A man who could control his impulses was a man worthy of respect.
"Alright then. Good night, my son," she said, kissing his forehead softly.
"Good night, Mom," Yan replied, returning the gesture.
They parted ways, each entering their own room.
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Inside his room, Yan took off his shirt and slipped under the sheets.
Tomorrow was the day he had waited for his entire life.
It didn't take long for sleep to claim him.
But if someone had walked in at that very moment and pulled back the covers, they would have seen something extraordinary.
A golden light pulsed softly from Yan's chest, right over his heart.
Ancient symbols — glowing, mysterious — began to etch themselves across his skin, like forgotten runes awakening after centuries of silence.
Slowly, Yan's body rose from the bed.
Suspended in the air, he was wrapped in the same golden glow that radiated from his heart, which began to form into a cocoon of pure, divine energy.
Only ten minutes later, that cocoon began to crack.
Then it shattered.
Golden particles scattered across the room like stardust.
From within emerged a changed Yan.
His hair, once black, now gleamed snow-white. His height had increased — now standing nearly two meters tall.
And his presence…
He was no longer merely handsome — he was divine.
His features were ethereal, yet undeniably masculine. Muscles perfectly proportioned. Power practically emanated from his being.
Even with his eyes closed, two radiant glows shone through his eyelids.
Golden veins ran beneath his skin, glowing with energy. Even his bones shimmered faintly, like they were cast from light itself.
Mystic runes covered his entire body — especially around his forehead, eyes, and heart — as though the universe itself had chosen him.
An hour passed.
Eventually, his glowing body lowered gently back to the bed.
He was still asleep.
Serene.
Peaceful.
A soft, almost celestial voice echoed faintly through the room:
**"This is all I can do for you now… my dear."**
And then, silence.
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