Chapter 131
Daelan
I come out of the capsule, gasping once again, lungs burning like I've been suffocating in tar.
My elemental spirit looks at me with that expression it's perfected—disappointment, quiet judgment, a reminder that I'm still nowhere near where I need to be.
It shakes its head slowly, like a teacher watching a particularly stupid student fail the same problem for the tenth time.
"Don't you start, Aby," I rasp, dragging myself off the platform.
And of course it glares at me, its amorphous face twisting like it hates every syllable of that nickname.
Still hates "Aby."
I smirk anyway, wiping sweat off my forehead. "Too late. It's stuck now. You should've picked a better PR manager if you didn't want a ridiculous name."
It folds its arms—or at least makes the vague shadowy gesture of folding them—and radiates pure irritation.
