Kael's breath was ragged as he stumbled forward, the crystalline shard embedded in his chest humming with new life. Each step was a struggle, each breath a reminder of the power now coursing through his veins.
Morgana stayed close, her eyes locked on him. "You don't look okay, Kael. You're pale, and your hands are shaking."
Kael flexed his fingers, the faint glow of violet light illuminating his skin. "The Heart... it's not just in me. It *is* me now."
Morgana frowned. "You mean it's merged with you completely? What does that even mean?"
He paused, leaning against a jagged stone wall. The tower behind them seemed to hum in unison with the shard, as if acknowledging its new host. "It means I'm not entirely sure who's in control anymore. The Heart has its own will, and I don't know how long I can hold it back."
