Preparing

Smool the Kin Destroyer's POV:

"You really won't stop, will ya?" I chuckled softly, addressing the notification as if it were Nord himself.

I clenched my rippling fist as I scoffed proudly, "I won't fall back!" 

***

As I said that, I left the metallic coffin, dried myself off properly and fully clothed myself.

The night air was filled with the soft symphony of crickets as the sun dipped below the horizon.

Elara and I had just emerged from the temple beneath the Graced Tree of Solariel, our bodies tingling with newfound power after undergoing that so-called Alteration.

As we sat on the steps outside the temple, catching our breath, Elara turned to me with a curious look in her eyes. "So, do you feel anything different?" She asked.

"No, not yet." I nodded, trying to keep the immediate effect under the covers.

"Oh, I'm the same as you I guess. We'll just have to see and wait the changes and their effects with time."