Chapter 54: A Garden for the Warborn, a Reward for the Faithful
Six hours passed in a trance beneath the brooding shadow of my Origin, and with each breathless minute I could feel something sacred threading itself back into the tapestry of my soul. I would love to lie and say the experience was peaceful, meditative—something out of an old monk's dream journal. But no, it was fucking euphoric. Like a full-body orgasm every ten to fifteen minutes without reprieve. A spiritual climax with no refractory period.
And then, without ceremony or cosmic fanfare, it happened.
Wholeness.
Not a dramatic power spike. Not a crackling surge of energy or a sudden vision of floating above the universe's titty-shaped secrets. Just... completeness. Like I had been a puzzle with one crucial bastard of a piece missing under the couch, and someone finally found it with a vacuum hose.
