Chapter 227 - Nightclub

The last traces of steam clung to the air in his room, tendrils of mist that writhed and dissolved against the cool, night breeze from the open window. Nero stood for a long moment, feeling the profound quiet that follows immense exertion. The scalding shower had scoured away the immediate, screaming ache of his body refinement session, but beneath the clean, damp surface of his skin, a new sensation hummed. It was a low, persistent thrum of power, a resonant energy that had been hammered and forged into the very fiber of his muscles and the marrow of his bones. It felt like a dormant storm, quiet for now, but potent ready to be unleashed whenever he desired.