I read my notifications again and felt all the changes in my body. I was stronger than the last time I lay here, and I let myself feel these changes before I came to my feet. I dusted my Acolyte robes. With the increased control I had over my powers, I had not burned them to ash, but I knew they would not last against the coming battles.
As I was about to open the flap of my tent, I wondered if I should hide the state of my new body, but I pushed the thought aside, knowing that I was in a fight that I could not yet survive, and it did not matter what they thought about me… and so it began.
I want to tell you about ten loops and ten deaths.
