He steadied his body, trying to regulate his breathing. He drank in gasps of air and then held the exhalations within his system for longer than he ought to, allowing his body to sieve out the trickles of Agbara in the air and then use to kick start his healing revitalization. The fact that the air was not heavy laden with Agbara went to show how Earth as really starved of the Aspectual power of the universe. And as such, he had to make sure he did his best not to just get beat up just like that.
Bane snorted and towering over the wearied Irunmole. Sunday shook his head, forcing himself to walk, urging on till he was outside the walls of the residence of Bolu. Outside, he put his hand to the wall, the right hand precisely, and continued to stabilize his body's state.
