The days that followed became strangely peaceful.
Lucien helped where he could, although the limits of his new body remained irritatingly obvious.
He had once fought beings capable of destroying kingdoms, yet now carrying two sacks of grain at the same time was enough to earn Cienna's disapproval.
He had once crossed enormous distances by folding Space, but walking to the farthest fields now took long enough for him to become annoyed with roads.
The worst part was knowing exactly how many easier methods existed while being unable to use any of them.
Eventually, Lucien stopped complaining aloud, mostly because Luke had started enjoying his frustration far too much.
Instead, he treated the village as something worth studying.
The more he observed, the more he understood just how far back he had traveled.
There was no hidden magical class beneath ordinary society, nor any secret group of people capable of manipulating energy.
