I pulled on my last boot and stood, testing my weight. My body responded with a kind of fluid motion that felt new, my muscles filled with potential energy, joints flexing without a hint of stiffness.
Constitution at level 10 had transformed more than just my recovery speed, it had fundamentally changed how I experienced my own body. I felt solid, durable in a way I'd never been before, as if my very cells had been reinforced.
I reached for my yo-yo. This small object had become more than just a childhood token, it was a weapon now, a tool for my power.
As I moved toward my door, my reflection caught my eye in the mirror, no longer the gaunt, haunted exile who'd stumbled back into Argent. My frame had filled out from the constant training and meat heavy diet. My eyes had changed too, carrying a weight that hadn't been there before. The eyes of someone who had killed, who had survived, who was becoming something beyond an ordinary orphan.
