Enjoy.
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/Boom!/
With a muffled explosion, Testros' chest rumbled with power as a drop of blood fell from his lips…
His expression contorted as pain overtook his body, but he kept his cool, controlling his energies, feeling their strength, consistency, density, and purity.
Harmonizing them individually, he gathered them, channeling them towards his heart.
Usually, as he told Dale before, to succeed through this process, dozens of years of training and experience would be needed to raise their control, strength, durability, and more, all for the sake of living through this gruesome, unnatural process, turning what was an impossibility into a streamlined, somewhat smooth process.
But right now, he had no such time, he would not go through all of his past again, to succeed, he needed to make use of the sole trait that came back with him:
His control, the memories of a future him.
