A few days after the intense spar with Faris, Klaus found himself feeling more alive than ever. His body, now fully accustomed to the changes it had undergone, felt almost invincible. Every movement was fluid, every breath a reminder of the newfound strength that coursed through him. In his past life, Klaus had never experienced such a perfect body, even though he had been twice as old as he was now. This body was a gift, a powerful tool that he intended to wield with precision and purpose.
Each morning after breakfast, Klaus would sit in the garden, sipping tea and enjoying the serenity of the early hours. Sometimes he was accompanied by all the girls, including his mother, Elisabeth. On other days, it was just him and his mother, sharing quiet moments that were both comforting and grounding. And then there were the days when it was just him and Helene.
