Resume

Back to Alex.

He stood deep in the dense forest, far from the battlefield where he had crushed the two factions that tried to kill him.

The sun dipped below the horizon, shadows stretching long and jagged across the undergrowth.

The once vibrant greenery faded into a sea of darkness, swallowed by the creeping night.

Alex exhaled, his breath slow and steady.

He sniffled, glancing down at his hand.

It twitched as bone snapped back into place, flesh knitting itself together in a slow, sizzling recovery.

A sharp sting ran through his fingers before fading, leaving only a faint warmth behind.

The air around him was thick—tainted with the metallic scent of blood and the crushed foliage beneath his boots. He flexed his fingers once, then again, making sure they worked.