[Squad Barracks - Captain's Quarters - Morning]
Kael opened his eyes.
Ceiling. Grey. Unfamiliar for a moment—then familiar in the way things are when you've been gone long enough to forget the shape of home.
He lay still, letting his body remember where it was. No river. No blood. No sword through his chest. Just a bed. A room. Morning light through a window.
He sat up slowly.
His chest didn't hurt. His ribs were whole. He touched the place where Baihe's blade had punched through—nothing. Just skin, just muscle, just bone and blood. A body that had never been to that riverbank.
*I'm getting used to dying.*
He stopped the thought, shook his head and stood.
His legs felt strange. Too light. No Qi circulating beneath the skin, no foundation supporting every step. Just ordinary human weakness, ordinary human weight.
[World: The Dayan Empire — Low-Tier Complete World]
[Identity: Chief Disciple of the Buyan Sect — Lu Zhihuan]
[Status: DECEASED]
[Aether: 55.5]
