Kyle sat on a chair, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
His crimson eyes stared back.
He took a breath. Then activated his skill. A faint glow flickered in his pupils.
"Focus on healing the wound," he commanded himself. "Make my cells work as fast as possible."
The command sank in.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then — something shifted. A strange warmth spread through his chest. Right where the cut was. It didn't hurt. Just felt... intense.
Like someone had turned up a dial inside him.
`It's working!`
But the moment he felt it, exhaustion hit him like a wave. His eyelids grew heavy. His limbs felt like lead.
`Of course... forcing my body to work harder takes energy.`
He pushed himself off the chair and stumbled toward the bed. The moment his body hit the mattress, his eyes started closing.
Through the curtain, he could see sunlight creeping in.
`Morning already...`
His mind wandered, even though he was tired.
`Alara... Mira... Weston... Leo...`
