Smoke and dark clouds of dust disrupted the shallow area in the middle of the cave room. He didn't know if he managed to strike it efficiently and accurately but he felt relieved after performing such a feat.
"Hah... hah... hah..." Aran inhaled and exhaled profusely, regulating his breathing in order to stabilize his condition. He went beyond what's permissive on his own accord and he is now trying to calm himself down.
[You should probably wear your constraints again...] Apollyon suggested. It was a reminder that any time now, Aran might lose control of himself and start wrecking everything in place. He still doesn't have any control of his own wolf powers and body so he needed to avoid that outcome as much as he can.
