97: Uncanny Feral

Inside the Military base of Bhu-lok:

A young woman in her early twenties was seated at a desk. Her toned physique was a testament to her discipline and athleticism, the result of countless hours spent honing her form. Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline that lent her an air of sophistication.

Grisha was busy wrapping up her tasks and delegating responsibilities to her successor. In the corner of the room, Alia sat at her desk, fervently signing documents. Despite her grumpy demeanor, Alia exuded a captivating aura of sadness that demanded attention.

Breaking the silence, Alia asked in a stern tone, "When is your ascension?"

"In 10 days," Grisha replied matter-of-factly.

"I see that you've chosen the forceful approach! It suits you well," commented Alia.

"It's either a slow, relaxed path or a quick, forceful one," Grisha explained. "I'm only a couple of points away from crossing the 90-point barrier of my Heart Chakra. Once I do that, I