Adaptation

The forest fell silent as the last particles of the Chimera Lord scattered on the wind. Vell sheathed his swords, the adrenaline of battle fading from his system, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness that made even standing difficult. 

He swayed slightly on his feet.

[Hohoo, seems the old you is slowly coming back, that's nice, I miss seeing you fight, properly.]

Regina was the first to notice. "Master needs rest," she said, moving to his side and offering her shoulder for support.

"I'm fine," he muttered, but didn't resist when she guided him to a fallen log. As he sat, the full weight of using his limiters hit him like a physical blow. His muscles ached, and a dull throbbing began behind his eyes.

[you have become rusty, your body is not keeping up with your power growth.]

'haha, makes sense.'