Eryndor took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

    It had a warning written on it, addressed to Ken and Hellen.

    During the next hour, he took extreme care in the way he delivered it to Ken through Telekinesis.

    It was difficult, truly. Eryndor had no idea how Liliana’s surveillance cultivation art worked, nor how far its range was.

    So he didn’t bother following them to warn them or something of the sort. He was just grateful that both of them had saved him from critical injuries multiple times, and this was the least he could do for them.

    They were in the middle of a fight, with Ken and Hellen confronting a single beast, while Liliana battling another stronger one alone at a distance away from them.

    It was sudden, very quick.

    Ken’s surveillance spell couldn’t have picked up on such a small incoming object, but his eyes caught sight of it despite being in the middle of battle as it floated just before him.

    It was simply a tiny white folded paper. When Ken read what was written on it, his eyes narrowed.

    He instantly approached Hellen and picked her up in his arms.

    Retreating away from the beast, he yelled out loud to Liliana.

    "Hellen’s wounds have opened up, I am taking her back to the spaceship!"

    The woman replied back, her voice similarly loud.

    "This is NOT the protocol when someone is injured. Ken stay back, or you’ll get no mission rewards!"

    Ken shouted, already heading towards the base. "We don’t care, you can have it all."

    Liliana taunted, her voice sharp as they reached the ears of the couple.

    "Fucking disgraces. Just what else could I have expected from people under that rat."

    Veins popped up on Ken’s head, but he kept quiet, and instructed Hellen to do the same.

    Liliana attempted to retreat alongside them but the weaker beast blocked her way, consuming her time.

    "Be quiet, we are going back to the spaceship."

    Hellen hadn’t seen the white paper, so she was confused.

    "What’s going on? And can you put me down? I can run by myself."

    Ken shot her a grin.

    "No, I am carrying you. You are supposed to be injured."

    She rolled her eyes at him.

    "Nice excuse you’ve found yourself. Now tell me what’s going on."

    After finding a secluded place, he further covered himself until he was completely hidden and accessed the Mind Palace.

    In the room where Sovereign’s Cloak was situated, he beheld the item on the altar.

    The Sovereign’s Cloak was trembling as the golden runes etched on it flared, their glow intensifying until the light became blinding.

    The fabric of Cloak darkened, what was already deep black now felt like an abyssal void that seemed to swallow the light around it.

    There was a strange, weird, chaotic sense of harmony between the runes which seemed to exude endless light and the fabric which consumed all light.

    A faint ripple passed through the cloak as the transformation settled. Everything about it suddenly returned to how it had previously been.

    Its presence exuded an undeniable sense of authority and dominion, before going still.

    Wow.

    He only exclaimed, excitement and awe visible in his eyes.

    Without wasting any extra time, he switched back to his physical body to try out the now upgraded Sovereign’s Cloak.

    Coming out of hiding, he focused for a moment and instantly felt the Cloak draping over him.

    It certainly felt more powerful than before.

    Eryndor wondered if the Cloak would’ve transformed if he was an Eldritch Entity.

    As soon as he had that thought, the thought about being an Eldritch Entity, his presence shifted.

    The feeling of his existence becoming heavier appeared. The one he felt a week ago.

    It reappeared, this time with more clarity. He felt more of himself.

    Everything suddenly seemed slow. Maybe because he was in a static room last time that he didn’t notice, but out in the open, he could distinctly sense it.

    The runes which he had hidden on the Cloak to not attract attention suddenly became visible once more, exposing to the naked eye the entire glory of the Sovereign’s Cloak.

    Eryndor felt his emotions dampening, as he was aware of the fact the excitement he should have felt about this transformation was far less than what he would normally feel.

    Eryndor couldn’t see it himself, but if someone else gazed at the area above his head, they would be able to make out a faint shape of a majestic crown.

    So this is something like my second form now?

    Eryndor brought up his hands and thought. It certainly felt far more powerful.

    He felt that he could control all his abilities to their highest mastery.

    But there was a problem, all his powers related to cultivation suddenly felt a bit difficult to use.

    It was just like how his Eldritch abilities felt difficult to use normally.

    The roles were switched.

    Which means I’ll have to practice more from now on.