Chapter 87

Kyle sat in the absolute stillness of the sewer, his legs crossed and his back straight against the cold, damp stone. For three whole days, he did not move. He became a fixture of the tunnel, a shadow among shadows. During this meditation, his internal rhythm shifted. His regeneration, already bolstered by his various titles and evolutions, reached a state far higher than he had ever experienced. It was no longer a slow mending; it was a constant, aggressive restoration that hummed beneath his...