The cold air of the forest entered his lungs, carrying the scent of damp earth. The silence that followed the battle with the bear was absolute.
Broken only by the distant sound of leaves being moved by the wind.
He felt different.
After his soul had been strengthened due to the bloodline of the Nhamara flowers, using the Shackles of the False Genocider no longer weighed so heavily on his mind. The feeling of exhaustion had completely disappeared.
Furthermore, upon absorbing the beast's energy, he recovered everything he had spent. The fallen energy, which protected the inner part of his body during the beasts' attacks that reverberated through him.
The fatigue in his eyes and muscles had also been washed away. His entire body was restored from the inside out.
He then focused on his dantian and noticed the flow of fallen energy moving in perfect harmony, his foundation was without any blockage.
