The process suddenly seemed to slow down, and Enoch’s body shook, then began to convulse, foam leaking from his lips alongside droplets of blood.

Uriel’s eyes widened.

In nothing but a blink, he found the issue, focusing on Enoch’s core, his spark roaring as he tore past its walls and entered Enoch’s heart realm, laying eyes on his spark.

The process was fast, incomparable to his first time.

There, beside Enoch’s spark, he could see a tiny gem, the gem he’d eaten, seemingly confused and lost in the expanse of Enoch’s heart realm.

’To complete the evolution, the Natal Spark has to... bind? Contract? It has to chain down the gem, and impose its nature onto it, mutating it into its appropriate essence.’

’If the Natal Spark manages to chain it down, the evolution process will become even greater, as the gem will have been once shaped by me, but also shaped again by the spark itself, thus twisting it into the most perfect and efficient evolution possible.’

’So the body and spark evolve, but they also sublimate. It’s a three-layered process.’

His mind burned, an intertwining tapestry fusing together, allowing dozens of trains of thought to flow at once.

’But unless the awakened can commune with Sparks like I can, the Natal Spark won’t be able to naturally bind the gem.’

’So the gem and the spark will enter a state of dissonance, which will collapse the core, and then the spark.’

The solution was as clear as day.

Resonant Dominance.

It’d be a complex process—he’d have to take control of Enoch’s heart, then through him, control his spark, and through his spark, bind the gem, stabilize the core, and successfully complete the evolution.

It’d be hard.

But nothing compared to all that had led to this moment.

...

Uriel’s eyes snapped open, and he returned to his body, a grin plastered across his face. He was heaving, blood spilling from his lips and his chest hurting so much it felt like it had caved in, but he was so excited he didn’t feel any of it.

Enoch’s core stabilised. His spark stabilised.

His body shook, then revved back into action, the evolution continuing, carrying out successfully.

Uriel’s vision began to blur, so he couldn’t properly see what additional changes were happening to Enoch, but he wasn’t worried in the least.

He had succeeded.

[...]

For a brief moment, the system seemed... shaken, holding its breath.

Then, the notifications came.

[You have forged a new [?]!]

[You have achieved a singularity feat!]

[The [?] has been perfected!]

It all fit into one.

The class and path creation method, the gem creation method, the assimilation method, the evolution process—all the methods were perfected, then fused into one coherent path, one method of ascension.

It was refined to a degree Uriel would’ve perhaps never reached even at his peak, but the system didn’t seem to have any qualms as it transformed what he’d created into something wondrous.

Knowledge flooded his mind.

[The Prime-Sworn Path has been created.]

Uriel fell back, collapsing onto his back, a foolish smile still present on his face.

His body had long since reached, then surpassed, its limits.

[You have pleased the Weave!]

[You have satisfied the Weave!]

[You have become a beloved of the Weave!]