748 Finding Inner Strength

The sound of a running shower stopped and light footsteps resounded as Andar walked up to the side of the wall and wiped the steam that had built on the mirror as he accessed his physical appearance.

His jet-black hair was wet with moisture, and his skin was pink from being hammered by a high-pressure shower for the better part of an hour… he had needed to clear his mind after everything that had happened and what would be happening momentarily and in the future that was to come.

He watched a drop of water run down his nose and hit the ground with a faint plop, and his mind calculated a thousand possibilities, from trajectory, heat, momentum, vector, and so many others.