Rex stood, his massive frame uncoiling with a predatory grace that belied the sheer amount of trauma his body had just endured. He could feel his infinite regeneration working in the background, a silent, invisible army of cells rushing to seal microscopic tears and stabilize his neurochemistry.
It was a successful recovery, but the "success" came with a heavy asterisk; his muscles felt dense and heavy, as if they had been forged in a furnace and then plunged into ice. His body wasn't just healed; it was recalibrated after a massive, violent load.
He wasn't concerned about the comfort of the domain. He cared about the truth.
"What external influence?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the amber light like a serrated blade. "And don't give me that 'unstable' bullshit again."
"What is actually out there?"
Lustia opened her mouth to respond, her eyes flickering with a momentary hesitation.
