Kael took another deep breath.
Carefully, he slowly removed the arm that had been under Exelia's body and raised himself just enough to sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress sank slightly under his weight, the sheets sliding across his skin like warm water.
The dizziness had passed.
But the strange sensation… hadn't.
He rested his elbows on his knees, his hands hanging loosely, as he closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't channeling energy. He wasn't training. He wasn't even concentrating.
Yet, he felt it.
It was as if every cell was… reorganizing itself. Strengthening. The Chaos within him didn't press, didn't pulse violently—it flowed, constant, silent, filling spaces that hadn't even existed before.
Kael frowned.
His body was becoming more powerful.
Even standing still.
Even at rest.
"…This isn't normal," he murmured, almost to himself.
A slight movement behind him.
The mattress gave way again.
