Daniel dragged himself forward, his fingers clawing at the rift's energy as he pulled his broken body ahead, inch by inch.
He had spent twenty-five days in the Purgatory Realm. To anyone else, it might have sounded like a short time, but for Daniel, it had been a lifetime of red dust and endless fights.
He was just a human there, so he had bled, broken bones, and starved. However, as his hand broke through the other side of the portal, something changed.
He fell forward onto the hard, smooth floor of the Vanguard Academy. Then, the feeling hit him.
It started in his chest as a small spark that turned into a raging fire. His body, covered in pain and scars, started to heal as the cuts on his arms closed up.
The deep bruises that colored his ribs faded away into nothing, and the rough white lines of old wounds smoothed out until his skin was clean and whole.
Daniel gasped, his back arching as the power rushed back in because it was violent and intoxicating.
