The swing was too perfect, too clean, and far too powerful for someone using an axe for the first time.
This guy was good with his hands.
That made him dangerous.
Peter already had the idea that Kael wasn't normal when he carried him by the neck using one hand, but this? This is too much.
Kael didn't bother comforting him. Comfort was a luxury. The stairs were still full of red dots.
"Close your mouth," Kael said, "We still have much to take care of," he added as he looked up the stairs.
Some of the mental pain began subsiding slowly.
Not disappearing. Not forgiving him. Just loosening its grip enough for him to think without feeling like his thoughts were being dragged through glass.
Mana was an infinite well. It can dry, but it will once again flow and fill up if given enough time. And right now, though Kael's well was empty, it seems that a few drops began bubbling from the bottom, alleviating the pain.
