Andres did not take another job immediately.
Instead, he walked.
Not aimlessly—but slowly, deliberately, allowing his body to stabilize after the strain.
The city moved around him as always, indifferent to his internal shift.
"…So that's the boundary," he thought.
Power was not the problem.
Control was.
He leaned lightly against a wall in a quieter street, replaying the moment in his mind. The exact point where efficiency became excess. Where calculation turned into risk.
Multiplication was not infinite.
Not yet.
And forcing it would only break him.
"…Then I grow into it," he decided.
Not rush. Not gamble.
Build.
His thoughts shifted toward structure.
Income. Stability. Information.
Each one connected.
Each one necessary.
Because surviving in Velmora wasn't about having the strongest ability.
It was about sustaining it.
Andres straightened, his breathing steady again.
This time, when he returned to the guild—
He wasn't looking for more work.
He was looking for better decisions.