The Changes in His Body!

Now that the itinerary had been settled, all Alvin had to do next... was recover from his injuries!

Although he had no external wounds, the constant fighting on Dragon Forest Star and his repeated clashes with Angron and the Daemon Prince had left him mentally exhausted.

Of course, there was an even more important reason: he had to attend Mass.

The so-called "Mass" was, for the most part, a ritual.

It was a ritual conducted by the Ecclesiarchy. Such rituals could effectively purge Psykers of Warp curses and ease their frayed nerves, reducing the risk of corruption and damnation.

Alvin's psychic strength had reached a level that the Imperium had to take very seriously.

Attending Ecclesiarchy Mass had thus become one of his necessary "lessons."

It purified and baptized his mind, while reaffirming his faith in the Emperor and strengthening his resistance to the Warp and the Chaos Gods.

After listening to the Ecclesiarchy Priest drone on beside him for an entire day, Alvin felt as if he were about to be eaten alive by lice. And that was only one day—the Mass was scheduled to last a full seven!

He finally understood why his own "Knight" had been willing to give up his comfortable noble status and run off to become a Freeblade. Alvin was practically going insane after just seven days, while that man had endured it for decades!

Fortunately, the seven days of Mass soon came to an end, and Alvin finally got some peace and quiet.

After washing up, he stood before the mirror.

Through the steam-clouded glass stood an exceptionally handsome young man. His short black hair was damp and fell in tousled disarray, but what drew the eye most was the faint golden glimmer woven through the depths of his brown eyes.

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