Kirin's body writhed in torment as the dark ritual took a twisted turn. The air crackled with malevolent energy, suffusing the room with an eerie glow. The once serene chamber now became a chamber of horrors, as Kirin's body was bathed in the blood of the ancient demon.

Every fiber of Kirin's being throbbed with agony. The demonic essence coursed through his veins, burning like molten lava as it twisted and transformed him from within. His skin turned ashen, veins pulsating with an otherworldly darkness. The pain was unimaginable, a symphony of suffering that echoed through his very soul.

His voice, once filled with determination, was now silenced by the sheer intensity of the torment. The screams that escaped his lips were reduced to feeble gasps, drowned by the overwhelming anguish. His consciousness teetered on the edge, unable to succumb to unconsciousness, forced to endure every excruciating moment.

Muscles ripped and tore, only to be rebuilt with unnatural speed, the constant cycle of destruction and regeneration amplifying the torment. Bones cracked and splintered, mending themselves in a macabre dance of agony. Kirin's body became a twisted canvas of pain, scarred and marred by the relentless assault of the ritual's power.

His mind, once focused and determined, now swam in a sea of torment. Every nerve screamed in protest, every thought fragmented by the unyielding pain. His vision blurred, a haze of crimson and darkness, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of the experience.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Kirin's suffering dragged on. Minutes felt like hours, hours like an eternity. His existence became a living nightmare, trapped in a realm of unrelenting torment.

Kirin's transformation continued, pushing him beyond the limits of his endurance. Each second stretched into an eternity, but he remained steadfast, his spirit unyielding. The path to power was paved with unimaginable suffering, that he never ever imagined.

The three days of unimaginable torment had finally come to an end. Kirin's body, transformed beyond recognition, lay motionless on the cold edge of the demon blood lake. The mages, their faces etched with both awe and trepidation, approached him cautiously. His appearance had taken a dark turn, a reflection of the power that now coursed through his veins.

His once vibrant eyes now glowed with an intense, piercing light, an otherworldly radiance that exhibited of the immense power contained within. His skin, once fair and unblemished, had taken on a pale from days and night of relentless destruction, almost ethereal complexion. Intricate markings, swirling with darkness, adorned his body, a testament to the raw mana that had fused with his being.

As the mages reached out to gently lift Kirin from the floor, a surge of electricity crackled through the air, causing them to recoil in surprise. The very atmosphere seemed to hum with energy, a palpable aura of power that radiated from Kirin's transformed form. Unbeknownst to him, he had developed a mana core, a reservoir of raw magical energy that now pulsed within him.

One of the mages cautiously attempted to lift Kirin once more, her hand trembling with both anticipation and a hint of fear. But as her fingers brushed against his skin, an arc of lightning leapt forth, causing her to cry out in pain. The shock rippled through the chamber, causing the other mages to step back, their expressions a mix of awe and caution.

"He... he has developed mana core," one mage whispered, his voice filled with both reverence and unease. "His mana... has properties of electricity, just like every member of the Nova family. He is from the same bloodline, no doubt about it."

After countless generation of electric mages, the Nova family's heirs mana contained properties of electricity if mana core awakened from demon blood. Normal people's mana don't have that kind of special propterty, even if awakened mana core from demon blood.

The other mages exchanged wary glances, their minds racing with the implications of what they had witnessed. Kirin's transformation had surpassed their expectations, granting him powers and authority has legitimate heir. The anticipation of what he could become, both a source of hope and concern, hung heavy in the air.

"He must be unconscious, yet his mana leaks uncontrollably," another mage remarked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "We must find a way to stabilize it, lest it consumes him."

***

Kaito, the arch-duke and Kirin's grandfather, entered the field with a mixture of awe and concern etched upon his features. His gaze fell upon Kirin's transformed body, taking in the striking changes that had occurred. Kirin's once tousled brown hair had turned jet black, contrasting against his now well-defined and muscular build. Gone was the lean frame he had possessed before, replaced by a strength that seemed to emanate from every fiber of his being.

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As Kaito approached, his eyes focused on Kirin's palm, crackling with bolts of lightning. A formidable surge of power radiated from his grandchild, both captivating and daunting.

"Kirin," Kaito whispered in disbelief, his voice barely audible amidst the tumultuous energy that surrounded them. "You inherited the bloodline."

The mages exchanged glances, their worry evident. They voiced their concerns, cautioning Kaito about the potential harm he might face, if he went any closer. "My Lord, Please let us handle it."

"Step back," Kaito ordered, his voice carrying authority laced with determination. "I know the risks, but I must try."

The mages exchanged glances, their worry evident. They voiced their concerns, cautioning Kaito about the potential harm he might face. But Kaito stood firm, his determination unyielding.

"Move," Kaito repeated, his voice unwavering. "I will not stand by and watch him suffer. I must find a way to stabilize his uncontrollable mana."

Without another word, Kaito charged his own palm with lightning, mirroring Kirin's power. The air crackled with anticipation as Kaito slammed his palm onto Kirin's chest, releasing a surge of lightning that coursed through both of them. The energy surged and writhed, illuminating the entire chamber with flashes of blinding light.

The shockwave reverberated through the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The mages held their breath, anticipation mixed with trepidation flooding their hearts. The atmosphere hummed with raw power, as if the very fabric of reality strained under the weight of their combined mana.

'The duke is the only living member of household, I get he is desperate... but...!' The mages thought, hoping it won't turn out ugly, since Kaito was already old so pushing himself at this age might lead to heart attack or something similar.

As the lightning dissipated, Kaito removed his hand, his features etched with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He gazed down at Kirin, his expression softened, and he saw a flicker of consciousness return to his grandson's eyes.

"Call the medical staffs." Kaito ordered as once, as he put his hand on chest, feeling throbbing pain from pushing himself.

***

Kirin's consciousness slowly returned, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked several times, trying to gather his bearings, before his gaze settled on the concerned faces of the hundred doctors surrounding him in the grand hall of the castle. The room buzzed with hushed voices and the sound of medical equipment being prepared.

The lead physician, Dr. Emilia, approached Kaito with a sense of urgency. "Arch-Duke Kaito, your grandson's condition is stable for now, but we must act swiftly to assess the extent of his injuries." She motioned for the other doctors to begin their examinations.

The doctors, in their white coats and focused expressions, dispersed around Kirin's prone form. They meticulously checked his vital signs, his breathing, and blood pressure, while others examined the burns caused by the surge of lightning. The room echoed with the soft shuffling of papers, the clinking of instruments, and the sound of hushed consultations.

Dr. Emilia knelt beside Kirin's bed, her voice gentle but resolute. "Young Master, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?"

Kirin's voice was faint, his words a mere whisper. "I... I am dead, aren't I?" he murmured, fear lacing his weakened voice.

Kaito's heart skipped a beat, a wave of panic washing over him. He leaned over his grandson, his voice filled with emotion. "No, Kririn, you are not dead. You are here with us, and we will do everything in our power to ensure your well-being."

Dr. Emilia interjected, her tone soothing yet firm. "Young Master, it's normal to feel disoriented, but you are very much alive. You suffered a severe mana surge, but we will do our best to aid your recovery."

As the doctors worked swiftly and diligently, their movements synchronized, a sense of hope emerged within the hall. They consulted one another, sharing their observations and discussing possible treatment options. The room seemed to hold its breath collectively, united in their pursuit of Kirin's well-being.

One doctor, Dr. Marcus, leaned closer to Kirin's ear. "Take deep breaths, Kirin. We need you to try and calm your mana. Focus on controlling it, just as your grandfather did. We believe in your strength."

Kirin closed his eyes, hopelessness crossing his face. He concentrated, attempting to regain control over his wayward mana. The room fell silent, the air filled with anticipation as the doctors watched, hoping for a positive outcome. "I can't feel my body at all."

Meanwhile, Kaito stood by Kirin's side, his hand resting on his grandson's forehead, offering words of encouragement. "You have incredible power within you, Kirin. One hundred doctors and hundred Nurses are treating you, so don't worry."

A faint glow surrounded Kirin's hands as he struggled to synchronize his mana with his intentions. His mana, buzzing in lightning, as it gave light shock to nurses nearby.

As the examinations continued, the doctors discovered the intricate nature of Kirin's mana system. They meticulously documented their findings, drawing sketches and jotting down notes, eager to deepen their understanding of this unprecedented phenomenon.

Dr. Emilia approached Kaito, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and hope. "Arch-Duke Kaito, the doctors concur that Kirin's condition is stable, albeit fragile. We will continue to monitor his progress closely and adjust our treatments accordingly. He had enetered the ritual at the age of 18, when his body had mana present. It's natural for him to die, since this is supposed to be done for children at age 12 when their body hold no mana."

Kaito nodded, his gratitude evident. "Thank you, Dr. Emilia, and to all the doctors. Your dedication and knowledge give us hope for Kirin's recovery."

Time seemed to pass in a haze of activity as the doctors worked tirelessly to provide the best care for Kirin. They administered potions and spells, utilized cutting-edge magical devices, and employed ancient healing techniques to aid in his recovery.

Days turned into weeks, and the grand hall of the castle transformed into a makeshift medical ward. The smell of medicinal herbs permeated the air, and the soft glow of healing crystals filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere amidst the flurry of dedicated medical care.