Sol moved with a newfound fluidity, his feet barely whispering across the mossy floor of the Eastern Zone. The "vitality overdose" was real… the soul power of the Dagger-Mouths and the Blue-Neck Striders was coursing through his veins like liquid lightning.
His heartbeat no longer felt a human pulse; it was a rhythmic, predatory thrum that harmonized with the vibration of the forest itself. Every nerve ending felt alive, sensitized to the point where he could feel the temperature of the air shifting against his skin, as the sun dipped lower, the subtle change in humidity, and even the frantic digging of a small insect buried three feet underground.
