Lucavion slowly rose to his feet, the overwhelming surge of energy that had consumed him now ebbing into a steady hum throughout his body.
The flames of life and death that had once raged within him now settled into a calm, balanced aura, swirling subtly around him like an unseen cloak.
The air around him still crackled with the remnants of his power, but for the first time in days, Lucavion allowed himself to truly breathe.
His legs trembled slightly as he stood, the fatigue from the past week creeping up on him. His body was aching—not from the breakthroughs themselves, but from the relentless pace he'd set for himself. First the battles in Morrowind's Vault, the intense process of reaching the 4-star realm on his first core and reaching the 3-star realm on his second core.
There had been no time to rest, no moment to stop and take stock. Every moment had been spent pushing forward and now that it was over, his body screamed for respite.
