Mark did not hesitate for even a heartbeat. The golden heart moved first, dissolving into streams of radiant light as it surged forward and merged into his chest. The moment it integrated, the second fragment of his soul returned to its rightful place, and Mark released a deep breath that sounded almost like relief.
Immediately after, the crown stained by the True Origin Devil Blood floated upward on its own. It hovered briefly before him, pulsing with dark red light, then descended and settled atop his head as if it had never left.
In that instant, the sky of Acaris split open with a violent tremor. A massive beam of dark red light tore straight through the heavens, piercing the clouds and reaching far beyond sight. The pressure that followed was suffocating.
