'Decent.'
Caine's body sat naked in the middle of a charred no man's land, his chest rising and falling steadily. Above him, the stormy clouds cleared, signaling the end of the tribulation.
WHOOSH!
Despite the destruction surrounding him, his body stood in perfect condition, with only one oddity—his face, now a shade paler than usual. The tribulation had prevented him from fully healing, leaving him at about sixty percent of his total strength. For now, however, it would have to suffice.
He exhaled slowly and opened his eyes, immediately frowning. His regained senses were sharper than ever, exceeding the limits of ordinary mortals, but something was off with his sight. Everything he saw was distorted, blurry, and cloaked in darkness.
Swirling colors and fragmented runes danced erratically in his vision.
'If my sight reflects my soul, does that mean something is wrong with it?'
The thought lingered in his mind, and his expression hardened as realization dawned.
PURHCI!
