WHOOSH.
Kael's consciousness slammed back into his physical body. The transition from the timeless expanse of the Astral Void Realm to the freezing, mana-dense air of Vaelor was jarring. He opened his eyes, the silver flecks in his irises glowing faintly in the dim light of his private chambers.
He stood up as he felt so different with his soul power now at the peak Soul Condensation.
Splash.
He drew a hot bath, the steaming water infused with rare herbs and frost-lotus petals. He sank into the tub, the heat seeping into his muscles, washing away the tension of five months of relentless cultivation.
After the bath, he dressed in simple, dark robes.
CREEEAK.
Kael stepped onto the grand balcony of the Royal Palace. The night air of Snowfall was biting, the winds howling through the frost-iron spires. He looked down at the city, his newly expanded 300-meter soul sense sweeping outward like an invisible tidal wave.
BZZT.
