The Silver Liquid is too tyrannical. It doesn't just conquer; it devours.
He remembered the terrifying, gluttonous nature of the Domination power. If he used the Silver Liquid as a shortcut, he risked the it acting like a metaphysical acid, completely digesting the Dreadwing's soul as raw fuel.
If that happened, he would permanently destroy the very things he was trying to harvest: the hyper-lethal bloodline abilities, the panoramic vision, and the impossible, supersonic reflexes.
And he would only be able cry without tears.
So, he needed the finesse of a surgeon, not the blunt force of a wrecking ball.
He absolutely didn't dare unleash the cheat. Instead, he decided to use his pure, raw mental power.
He would break the beast with his own two hands.
