Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 235: Evolution (1)

Cyrus maintained a composed demeanor, his trust placed in Elara’s expertise. The runes, etched onto his back, aligned with the spine, tapping into the innate connection with his nervous system. The process was both mystical and intimate, as each stroke of Elara’s finger wove a story of arcane empowerment.

As the last lines of the runes took form, the room settled into a serene quietude. Elara withdrew her finger, the dark purple light fading away. The engravings now adorned Cyrus’s back, a manifestation of the mystical bonds forged between them.

"Who did that to you?" Cyrus asked, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead.

"A cult I used to be a part of. Now, no more questions. I gave you what you want…"

"Yeah, thanks," Cyrus heaved as Elara exited the room, giving him some time to breathe by himself. As his heart rate slowed and the pain of the runes slowly subsided, he concentrated on the markings on his spine and closed his eyes once more.

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As Cyrus opened his eyes, the veil of darkness around him slowly gave way to a surreal scene. He found himself standing atop a vast, black plane of water that stretched infinitely in all directions. Each step he took sent ripples of light cascading outward, creating a mesmerizing display on the liquid surface beneath his feet.

The water seemed to be more than a mere substance; it held an otherworldly quality, a deep and mysterious essence that defied conventional understanding. Its inky blackness reflected the void around, creating an illusion of standing at the edge of an endless abyss.

Cyrus’s surroundings were shrouded in an ambient darkness, punctuated only by the subtle glow emanating from the ripples he created. The air was still, and an eerie calm pervaded the surreal expanse. The sensation of isolation mingled with a latent anticipation as if the very fabric of this mysterious realm awaited his next move.

As Cyrus peered downward into the dark waters beneath him, he discerned a subtle movement—a powerful force cutting through the liquid obscurity. Squinting his eyes, he witnessed the rapid approach of a Leviathan, a majestic and formidable creature, gliding through the abyss with unparalleled grace.

As the Leviathan ascended from the fathomless depths, its colossal form became increasingly visible. The creature’s sinuous body, elongated and serpentine, undulated with a fluid grace that spoke of a life intimately entwined with the currents of the abyss. Adorned in iridescent scales, the Leviathan’s exterior was a mesmerizing tapestry of colors, shifting between ethereal hues that defied the conventional spectrum.

The sheer magnitude of the Leviathan left an indelible impression on Cyrus, its size transcending the boundaries of mere marine life. Each scal