The Fist King didn't move toward the boulder this time. Instead, he turned his back to it entirely and began walking toward the edge of the mountain, his steps slow and deliberate, as if the matter of Kael's survival had already been settled. Kael stayed where he was for a second, catching his breath, the remnants of that burning pressure still lingering deep inside his chest. It wasn't gone, but it was quieter now.
Contained just enough that he no longer felt like he was about to collapse at any second.
"…So?" Kael said, pushing himself fully upright, forcing some steadiness into his posture even though his body still felt raw. "What now? More 'don't die' lessons?"
The Fist King didn't answer immediately. He simply gestured forward.
"Come."
