Intrigued but frowning, Adam scanned his body thoroughly. His muscles, organs, bones, and veins were denser—better than before his breakthrough.
'Where does that feeling come from, then?' His frown deepened. 'Could it be... my soul sea?'
He closed his eyes and dived in to get the answer.
He reopened them on the lush plain of swaying grass. As usual, the wind blew the rich scent of the nearby forest's soil and trees, along with the sound of their rustling leaves. The same lake offered a bit of freshness while the far reaches of the field blazed an unnatural green where the demonic cleaver had settled.
Thinking about it, it was strangely silent. 'It's for the best. I don't want to hear this prick ever again.'
