It was three days to the final fight and Kyrexiel was meditating. There are number of reasons, the top among them was that he didn't want to commit to physical training till the fight.
But the main reason he was meditating was because memories of Kyrexiel– the real Kyrexiel– were acting strange. Maybe it was the thought of going back home but his head has been acting strange, withdrawn.
He sighed again. As he slowly cleared his mind. Focusing on nothing and everything. Meditating was one of his coping mechanisms on earth and he would make it his too here.
He felt his two techniques blooming around his heart. The Beyonder's technique felt like darkness, oily darkness around it while his bloodline technique was like a blazing star of purple.
With a simple thought, he could send mana from his core to activate any of them. But he restrained himself because the only thing on his mind was memories.
