Chapter 82 – The Man Who Was Supposed to Die
Kael's POV
I was awake before I opened my eyes.
Not because I chose to be.
Because my body simply refused to stay unconscious any longer.
The first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone.
Not dulled.
Not managed.
Gone.
I had lived long enough with injuries to know the difference between healing and survival. This was neither. It was complete restoration, the kind that shouldn't have been possible under any normal circumstance.
That realization should have come with relief.
It didn't.
Instead, there was a strange emptiness where the pain had been, as if something had been taken out of me and replaced with silence.
My eyes opened slowly.
The medical wing came into focus.
Too bright.
Too clean.
Too still.
Then I saw her.
Liora.
She was sitting at the edge of the bed opposite mine, not restrained, not surrounded, just… there. But nothing about her presence felt ordinary anymore.
