Chapter 81 Transformation

• The transformation began in my bones.
• As our combined power reached its crescendo, I felt the ancient magic that had slumbered in my bloodline for generations finally awakening. The skull relics around my neck blazed with cold fire, and through them, I could hear the voices of every soul that had ever died in service to the Blackthorne line.
• But these weren't just any spirits—they were the chosen dead, warriors and leaders who had willingly bound their essence to the crown, creating an eternal army that existed between life and death. An army that had been waiting for the right heir to claim them.