But Atherion had been unwilling to destroy his greatest creation. Instead of putting it to death, he chose to preserve it—freezing the demonic being in a suspended prison deep within the citadel.
A monument to his madness.
A reminder of what lay at the end of his pursuit for perfection.
"This Devil God Transformation and Null Transformation are oddly familiar. In both cases, one would lose their true self... but in the Devil God Transformation, it was instant—the moment they transformed, the human side of them would die. The Null Transformation, however... it could still be controlled, at least for a time," Max muttered to himself, his thoughts heavy as he stood in the eerie stillness of the final stage.
The parallels were too strong to ignore. He recalled what Blob had said—that the Witch of the North once mentioned Ascendants who could undergo the Null Transformation had their physiques altered using just a single drop of blood from Mark.
