As Velgrynd watched Akira, his body was engulfed in a state of overwhelming chaos. Explosions of deep energy surged around him, as if every atom in his body was detonating in successive waves of uncontrollable power. This energy leaked through space, melting everything it touched and filling the horizon with blazing fiery lights and the sound of colossal explosions. Yet, there was a peculiar sensitivity within this chaos. The energy wasn't chaotic in the usual sense—there was something inside it, something unlike anything she'd witnessed in her long life.
Amid this cosmic torrent of energy, something was profoundly strange. Velgrynd, observing closely from the sky, sensed another presence within these waves. Her energy intertwined with Akira's in an unprecedented way. This wasn't merely an exchange of energy between two distinct beings; it was an interaction between two incongruent forces at the heart of the turmoil.
Velgrynd knew well that her own energy was among the most powerful in this universe. Its influence often erased threats swiftly. But she felt something odd unfolding around Akira. The energy erupting from him followed no familiar pattern. There was something in this power that surpassed her expectations. It wasn't just destruction or fire—there was an elusive feeling, emanating from Akira's very core.
Fragments of memories suddenly seeped into her mind. Images of Akira flashed before her eyes, scenes from his life appearing randomly in her thoughts. Ordinary memories, yet it was unnatural for them to invade her mind this way—especially since she'd never met him before.
Fleeting, uncomplicated moments, like a stream of images depicting an ordinary person: Akira walking through city streets, smiling at friends, expressing simple sorrow and joy. These moments flooded her mind, meaningless at first, but growing clearer. The images came unbidden, as if projected on a screen she hadn't asked to see. What she'd assumed was a mere energy explosion now grew complex, harboring something greater within.
"What is this?" Velgrynd murmured, her eyes fixed on Akira. "How can I see these images?" Her voice was low, as if questioning whether she understood correctly.
These vivid memories interlaced with her energy. They were fragments of Akira's daily life—moments she couldn't have witnessed. His familiar face, his childlike smile, the tiny details impossible for an ordinary person to possess. As the images accelerated, she felt an unnatural pull, as if these moments shared something between her and Akira.
"Are these… his memories?" she whispered, as if beginning to grasp something about him. This wasn't just energy. These were his memories, part of his very being—as if she were glimpsing his soul. The barrier between reality and other dimensions seemed to dissolve; the closer she watched, the more she stood at the threshold of a profound place, where memory transformed into energy.
Akira's energy surged abnormally, as if something bizarre was taking shape within him. And this formation was utterly unnatural. While her energy enveloped him, something else clung to him—a fragment separating from her, absorbing part of her power, part of the dragon's essence that was her own. This absorption wasn't mere energy exchange; it was a metamorphosis into something new.
"What's happening here?" she muttered, closing her eyes and focusing on the storm of sensations within her. These waves weren't just destructive—they were forging something else, something neither of them knew.
Then came a pivotal moment. Akira felt something strange occurring inside his body. The explosive energy radiating from him was gradually transforming. No longer just incoherent chaos, it became more cohesive, more potent—as if something else was awakening within him.
At that instant, Velgrynd paused and shut her eyes. She felt an overlap between her energy and Akira's. A part of her was being absorbed, yet simultaneously transmuted. This bizarre interaction hinted at something deeper: Akira was undergoing an unforeseen evolution. The power he absorbed was becoming part of him, part of his essence.
"It can't be what I think…" she said softly, unable to mask her astonishment. Something within Akira was changing—something greater than imaginable. He was evolving into something else. The energy she'd absorbed was shifting abnormally, and a parallel transformation was occurring inside Akira.
Velgrynd closed her eyes again, striving to focus on the metamorphosis before her. She sensed something new in Akira, as if he was becoming something… real. She couldn't define it, but she knew he was no longer the same.
And as she felt a new power emerging from Akira, she realized this transformation was beyond the ordinary. It was something profound, something strange—something that might change everything. Akira was absorbing part of her strength, and this absorption was altering him in ways unseen.
Then, suddenly, she sensed another strangeness. The energy radiating from Akira began coalescing unprecedentedly. The form it took solidified into something new—powerful, cohesive. This moment marked the beginning of Akira's transformation into something neither of them could have anticipated.
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