Finding the buried Atlas Node changed Clayton's world view completely.
He learned so much. He understood better.
But some of the truths he learned left him shaken. 'The Behemorph definition said they are abominations born when creatures or entities saturated by Genesis matter mutate beyond identity'.
'Creatures or entities, not just beasts. Does that mean… humans when saturated and corrupted by Genesis matter can become Behemorphs too?'
His gaze darkened.
The world had changed so much, and Clayton was still struggling to adapt.
As for the other information that he learned, he'd tested some of them already. Absorbing Ember fragments was like breathing fire into your bones. Painful, yes, but transformative.
The Regalia itself was evolving. Its responsiveness, its density, its will.
And so was he.
Clayton crouched beside one of the dead wolves now, placing a palm against its cracked ribcage.
