Anatomy of the Unknown

The next day, beneath the soft glow of the runes lining the underground chamber, Aleks rolled his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head. The air was cool against his skin, but he barely felt it. His body had changed too much for something as simple as temperature to bother him now.

Seisyll sat on a nearby stone bench, hands steepled as he observed Aleks with quiet interest. "You're moving differently than before." He noted. "More fluid."

Aleks tossed his shirt aside. "Feels different." He flexed his fingers, watching the way the faint traces of moisture clung to his skin, the air around him heavier than it should have been. "Water used to be an external force, something I had to command. Now…" He let his hand drift, palm up, as a thin tendril of liquid coiled from the water's surface below, responding without effort. "Now it's like an extension of me. Like an extra limb I never knew I had."