"Finally," he breathed, his voice a sigh of contentment.
He stretched his weary muscles, the ache in his bones a constant reminder of the past few days.
"Time to get home," he muttered, activating his enhanced agility.
Wuussh!
With a burst of speed, he launched himself across the grassy plains, a blur of motion leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
As he raced towards Zuberk, Alex opened his internal map system. A waypoint flickered to life, a beacon guiding him back to the familiar comfort of his mansion.
He focused on it, the mental effort momentarily slowing his sprint.
***
Xiaomara sat in the living room, sipping her tea and enjoying the peaceful afternoon. A subtle shift in the air caught her attention, a prickle at the back of her neck. She turned towards the doorway, a knowing smile gracing her lips.
"Oh, you, Alex, it's been three days, you know?"
