The next day. 11:10 a.m.
The summer sun peeks through a window, and shines its light on a robust young man meditating. Large muscles ripple as he breathes in, a palpable power releases with each exhale. Golden glowing eyes slowly open and contain a hint of disappointment.
'2%. In 5 years, that is all I have managed to achieve. A measly 2%.'
Godfrey flexes his muscles and lightning courses through his blood.
'When I renounced Judgement, my cell suffusion rate plummeted. I never even noticed until a year ago.'
He creates a spear, then a sword, and finally an axe.
'I feel so much more powerful. What kind of lightning do I have? It makes judgement feel like a joybuzzer in comparison.'
He checks his tablet and checks his encrypted messages with his grandfather. He sighs in exasperation as he reads the content.
