Ashok lay sprawled on the cold stone floor, staring at the ceiling, his mind fixated on what he had just done—even though, technically, it had been a mistake more like something he had done while performing a front flip.
'This sort of thing is possible?' Ashok thought, the realization settling about his Soul Trait in like a slow-burning fire. His breath was steady, but his pulse carried the weight of discovery.
He exhaled, then slowly pushed himself up to his feet. His movements were deliberate, his body still adjusting to the strange sensation of his newfound understanding.
Bending his knees slightly, he prepared to focus on his Soul Trait, his thoughts aligning in his mind—
SLAM!
The gate burst open, crashing against the wall with the force of an angry deity.
The Receptionist stormed inside, her expression a mix of exhaustion and barely contained rage.
