He was lowering his output almost instinctively, using his body differently. He lost a burden but the essence of his being that had been reforged was still there.
He became a harvester that turned his part of the battlefield into a meat grinder. And no matter the reason why, the whitish aliens proved their determination as they kept coming at him.
As he fought, the sensation was becoming clearer. The subtle sharpening effect the ground of this place had on him made him lament at the missed chance of Estrella. But even if she had been here, she might not have enjoyed the same benefits as she became a small personification of cold after the baptisms. If he was right, only those attuned to earth would be able to enjoy some advantages here.
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