Suggestion

Magnus reached Sector 3 and took Atticus to his personal training room, setting up bedding and other amenities to ensure his rest was as comfortable as possible.

After placing Atticus gently on the bed, Magnus stood up straight and began scrutinizing him thoroughly.

'It's bad,' Magnus thought, his frown deepening.

Atticus had pushed himself far beyond his limits, and now he was paying the price. The energy and power of a paragon were too much for his body to handle, and the strain was evident in every inch of him.

His muscles had been pushed beyond their natural capacity, tearing under the immense stress. His brain had worked at a speed and intensity it wasn't built for, leaving him mentally and physically drained. Every nerve in his body had fired continuously, and his very cells had burned through energy reserves he hadn't even realized he had.