The Blob floated in front of Max, his expression solemn.
"I don't know how you're even alive with only a Yang soul in your body," he began quietly, "but what I do know is this—the stronger you become, the more this problem is going to surface."
Max's brows furrowed, lips tightening. He could already sense where this was going.
And it didn't sound good.
He thought back to the past few months.
Before his awakening, before he stepped onto the path of true power—he never had this issue. Not once. The fainting, the sudden collapses… they all started after he broke into Apprentice Rank. The first time it happened was subtle. The second time, during the incident with the Thorne Family where he fainted again almost.
His expression darkened.
"You're saying… the stronger I get, the more frequently I'll faint?" he asked, his voice grim.
Blob nodded slowly. "Exactly. But that's only the beginning."
Max's chest tightened.
