Three months had passed since acquiring the new penthouse, and the difference in how I felt was remarkable. Standing in the main living area as morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, I stretched experimentally and felt the familiar flow of energy that had been absent for so long. The damage from using Grey prematurely to rescue Stella was finally, completely healed.
"Daddy, you look different today," Stella observed from the breakfast table, where she was carefully arranging her morning meal with the precision she had learned from watching Reika's demonstrations. "Stronger somehow."
She was right. I had hurt myself rescuing Stella since I used Grey. This didn't diminish the strength I had, but stopped me from advancing any further.
