Hannah clenched her fist for barely a moment before unclenching it, feeling the room of the oppression of her new existence bearing not only her improved physical strength, but also the weight of the energy she had made her own. She let go of the content of the room she had no conflict with, but which she had also only been able to restrain fleetingly with a casual action.
She looked at the blue water swirling around whose rhythm turned chaotic after she broke the balance between inside and outside the room. She stood like a metallic pillar where weaker beings would have been ground into a paste, and closed her eyes.
She focused back on her insides, on her cells that had calmed down after adjusting themselves into a new structure, a structure ready to accept its first baptism.
