It was quiet.
Peaceful.
And so incredibly comfortable.
Kyle shifted slightly, trying to find a better position to sleep. His body felt heavy and languid—strangely pleasant, yet drowsy, as if he were exhausted to his very core.
He had been asleep for a long time.
That much he could tell.
What had happened to his body… his soul… his consciousness—he couldn't remember. It was all a blur. Whatever occurred before he drifted off had completely slipped from his memory. But when Kyle finally opened his eyes, they were no longer dark.
They glowed with a brilliant, familiar green—clear and sharp, like crystals catching light in the darkness. Long silver strands of hair cascaded over his bare body, smooth and flawless, untouched by even a single scar.
He emitted a familiar Celestial aura.
Kyle rubbed the back of his neck.
The teardrop-shaped symbol engraved on the back of his neck… was gone, its power no longer enough to conceal his true form.
