As the final pulses of gentle white light faded from the Inheritance Tower, the transformation of every guild member's bloodline came to completion.
The glow dissipated. The air settled.
And at that very moment, Max removed his palm from the small pillar.
He took a deep breath, his mind replaying what had just happened.
But his expression frowned slightly.
'That was it?'
The inheritance had only granted him one ability—Dragon Scales Transformation.
He had expected more. Something greater. A complete inheritance that would unlock all the abilities tied to his bloodline.
Yet, all he received was one transformation ability.
Max's fingers clenched slightly.
He wasn't exactly disappointed, but he couldn't help but feel like… this inheritance was a scam.
His Black Dragon Bloodline had an entire range of abilities—he had seen others use them, controlling black flames and many other abilities of the members of the guild.
So why did he receive only one ability?
