What he was looking at was almost too unfathomable to understand.
One of the more staggering realizations was that the technique in front of him couldn't even be classified within the typical assimilation Echelons.
It wasn't something one elevated from First to Second or Third Echelon. It belonged to a domain outside of that hierarchy.
It was simply... Null Echelon.
A classification that shouldn't even exist. A blank slate. A silence between levels.
No amount of assimilation would push it forward!
What he needed was a more complete inheritance of this ancient, terrifying technique that had become diluted, fractured, and scattered like drifting ash across countless generations of the Adrastia bloodline.
Because of that dilution, he was left with only a single, basic unlocked ability. A mere shard of a of legacy from the complete inheritance once held by the First Adrastia Emperor King.
