Adam's finger hovered over the shimmering interface, his decision crystallizing with finality.
"Ouroboros Progenitor, I choose you."
The system chimed.
[Evolution Path Selected: Ouroboros Progenitor]
[Do you wish to proceed?]
[YES] / [NO]
Adam pressed YES.
The world dissolved.
Light—soft, pulsing, silver-gold—filled the cocoon, pressing against him from all sides. His body felt strange, as if every cell was being unmade and remade simultaneously. The sensation of his very existence being rewritten.
He closed his eyes and let it happen.
Outside the cocoon, the clearing had settled into a quiet rhythm. Lilith knelt beside the wyvern lord's massive corpse, her silver-threaded gown pooling around her like spilled moonlight. In her hands, a shard of sharpened bone glinted as she carved into the thick hide.
