Absorbing the black energy liquid is getting easier as the minutes go on. The shaking of the tower has subsided, so the fighting must have moved along a little, giving us some reprive.
Ahra is no longer writing notes, instead simply gaping open mouthed at me. I hope I didn't do something horrific to myself trying to integrate with this energy. I can feel it overpowering my system still, fundamentally changing my body. Even my core doesn't feel the same. Instead of the warm energy of a Lycan, the power circulating through me and coming from my remade core is both icy cold and comfortably warm at the same time.
