Bruce finished awakening and stood up.
With a slight smile he flexed his hands, then his arms, rolling the motion through his shoulders.
There was an energy moving through him now, a strange one, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He could feel it running under the surface of his soul-body the way warmth runs through a body that has just stepped in from the cold.
It took him a moment to understand what had changed.
The mist.
It was no longer only eating him.
He stood still and paid attention. The mist still pulled at his edges, that draw had not stopped, not entirely. But now, alongside the pull, there was something else. The mist was also feeding him. Pouring into him. Strengthening him. It was doing both things at once, taking and giving in the same breath, and the strangeness of that made him frown. His soul now possessed natural resistance against that corrosion.
Kael saw the frown.
