The environment of the Abyssal Observation Station is always restless.
The walls made of living stone emit faint throbbing sounds when no one is watching, much like a giant beast breathing.
The air is filled with the smell of disinfectants and a kind of indescribable corrosive odor.
Ron is in deep meditation. The operation of the Star Eater’s Ravings establishes a subtle connection between his consciousness and distant stars.
The resonance between the Hermit Star and the Scholar Star forms a complex interweaving of lights in his mind.
With every breath, he can feel the thin streams of magic power being infused into the network.
"Gurgle..."
A slight sound of water interrupts his meditative state.
It’s not an ordinary flowing water sound, but a deeper resonance, as if it were a call from the ancient sea.
Ron slowly opens his eyes, immediately noticing the unusual changes in the laboratory.
The crystal pool in the corner is emitting an unprecedented gentle blue light, imbued with a rhythm of life.
Ripples form on the surface of the pool, each accompanied by a rhythm akin to a heartbeat.
More surprisingly, the humidity in the air has noticeably increased.
In the previously dry environment of the observation station, one can even smell the unique salty scent of the ocean and the moist breath of the tides.
"Master..."
A sweet female voice calls out from the direction of the crystal pool.
The voice carries the laziness of someone who has just awakened, along with an almost imperceptible shyness.
Ron turns his head to look, somewhat surprised by the transformation.
This is no longer the innocent Little Sea Siren from his memory.
Dale is slowly sitting up from the water, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid.
Under the glow of the magic crystal lamp, each strand of hair shimmers with the luster of pearls, as if formed by condensed moonlight.
Her appearance has completely shed its youthful innocence, now displaying the enchanting beauty unique to the adult Sea Siren clan.
"Have I slept for a long time?"
The Sea Demon Girl softly asks, her voice tinged with a strange rhythmic quality.
Every syllable stirs ripples on the water’s surface, like songs echoing from the distant sea.
"More than three months."
Ron’s voice remains calm and steady, but there is a look of satisfaction in his eyes:
"It seems the transformative effect has exceeded expectations."
[Dale
Bloodline Purity: Golden Ring 97% (Approaching the next tier)
Status: Good, slightly hungry
Special Talent:
Big Eater (Second-tier talent, the more nutrients consumed, the higher the growth rate and potential cap; otherwise, growth is suppressed)
Potential Assessment: Fully developed, with adequate nutrient intake, there is a significant possibility of advancing to the Quasi-Star Ring bloodline level]
He carefully observes the changes in Dale’s body.
Each silver-blue scale is like a living jewel, lightly flickering with her breathing.
Most astonishing of all are the fins behind her.
The semi-transparent fins spread like wings, their surfaces flowing with aurora-like colors.
With her slightest movement, these fins create beautiful light and shadow transformations.
"Master..."
Dale tries to walk out of the water pool, but her movements are somewhat clumsy due to her body changes.
Ron steps towards the edge of the pool.
"Slow down, your body needs to adjust."
He extends his hand; her fingers are delicate and soft, with a slippery texture unique to marine creatures.
When she stands completely out of the water, her body naturally shifts into a human form, legs long and straight.
"Thank you..."
Dale whispers, her voice delicate as a mosquito’s hum, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
Only now does she realize the physical contact with her master and the changes in her own body.
Ron notices her subtle emotional changes and responds simply:
"Bloodline awakening usually brings both physical and mental changes. How do you feel now?"
This somewhat detached professional attitude stirs a sense of inexplicable loss in Dale’s heart.
She had hoped that her master would show more... attention to her changes.
But reason tells her that such expectations are inappropriate in themselves.
"I feel... very different."
Dale strives to organize her emotions, trying to communicate with her master in a more mature way:
"It’s not just a change in appearance. I can feel an ancient power flowing within me."
She extends her hand, lightly caressing the air.
Instantly, the air in the laboratory begins to move rhythmically, forming a visible whirlwind.
Simultaneously, under her unconscious guidance, the water from the crystal pool starts to rise, forming a perfect water sphere in mid-air.
"The bloodline of the Primordial Sea... and the blessing of the Light Wind."
Dale says softly, a deep gleam in her eyes:
"In those dream realms, I saw the origin of the Sea Siren clan, and the ancient covenant between us and the sea and storms."
Her voice becomes more ethereal:
"Now I can establish a psychic bond with all aquatic creatures, and in watery environments, they will all become my companions."
As she speaks, she waves her hand gently, and the water sphere in the air begins to change shape.
First, it transforms into a swimming fish, gliding agilely through the air;
Then, it becomes a jellyfish, its tentacles moving gracefully;
Finally, it condenses into a miniature sea dragon, vividly lifelike.
The practical value of this ability is self-evident, especially in situations requiring intelligence gathering.
"Is there anything else?"
Ron’s inquiry is marked by a researcher’s specific focus.
Hearing her master’s interested tone fills Dale with a subtle joy.
Although it isn’t the kind of attention she deeply desires, at least her master recognizes her value.