Charles sank into the hot bath, letting the steam envelop him.
"Ha…" he sighed, the sound of dripping water echoing softly.
This place was relaxing, but his mind kept spinning.
The dream where he killed the hero, the lifeless bodies of Kaira and Lira…
Not exactly pleasant memories.
'This world's insane…' he thought.
Unlike his old world, where he just had to study to keep his parents' college funding, here, letting his guard down could mean dying like the others.
Despite having killed someone in the arena, Charles felt no guilt.
'How did I use that power there?' he wondered, staring at his hands submerged in the water, hoping for any sign of his ability.
But… nothing.
He closed his eyes, trying to recreate the sensation from fighting the hero.
He also drew on his memories of practicing with Kaira last night, imagining the tingle in his fingers.
'Come on…' he thought. 'Just a little. Show me something…'
To his surprise, a faint hum filled the air.
