Draziel's enhanced Physique kept him alive through it all, his cellular structure robust enough to withstand the invasion without completely breaking down. But survival and comfort were two very different things.
He lost track of time. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours. His voice went hoarse from screaming, then gave out entirely. Blood vessels burst in his eyes, turning them bloodshot. He vomited blood, his digestive system temporarily failing as the Nano Cells restructured it.
Through it all, his analytical mind—that cold, detached part of him that never stopped working—catalogued every sensation, every change. He could feel his genetic limits being rewritten, his cellular capacity expanding beyond what should be possible.
His attributes, which had been capped at fifteen, were rising. The System registered the changes, updating his statistics in real-time.
[Strength Limit: 15 → 30]
[Agility Limit: 15 → 30]
[Physique Limit: 15 → 30]
