Kael let himself sit with the pride for a minute.
Not the loud, chest-thumping kind, just that quiet satisfaction that settled into his bones when a plan actually worked. The set bonuses were real. The helmet fit. The city outside was a mess of fire and undead, and somehow he'd carved out a small pocket of order in it with nothing but stubbornness, a hammer, and a brain that refused to shut up.
More importantly, his Internal energy felt full again, no sluggish drag in his limbs, no hollow dip behind his eyes. The blue bar sat fat and reassuring in his vision. For once, he wasn't running on fumes.
Which meant he could finally do the thing he'd been avoiding: test.
His left arm felt pretty 'empty', since heft anchor and fire were all on the right side.
