Three days passed in the medical facility. Three days of healing, debriefing, and coming to terms with how close they'd all come to death. The Council's analysts poured over every second of the encounter, trying to find weaknesses in Reactan's fighting style or patterns they could exploit.They found nothing useful. Reactan was simply too powerful for conventional tacticsKlein's body healed faster than the doctors expected, his Archfiend physiology knitting broken bones and torn muscles at accelerated rates. By the end of day three, he could walk without assistance, though his ribs still ached and his mana reserves remained depleted.Dr. Castellan visited on the fourth day, bringing data Klein had requested. "The dimensional readings from Antarctica are fascinating and terrifying in equal measure," she said, spreading holographic displays across Klein's room. "Reactan's emergence created a permanent weak point in that location. The barriers are scarred, like tissue after severe t

Klein woke to agony. Every bone in his body felt broken. His mana reserves were completely depleted. His system interface flickered weakly, struggling to assess the damage.He was alive. Somehow, impossibly, he'd survived."Adequate," Feng's voice rumbled from somewhere nearby. "You lasted forty-seven minutes before losing consciousness. Not the full hour, but close enough to demonstrate determination."Klein forced his eyes open. He was lying beside the crystal lake, its waters somehow soothing his injuries. Feng loomed above him, scales glinting in impossible starlight."Most would have fallen in minutes," Feng continued. "You adapted, learned, refused to surrender even when victory was impossible. Storm chose well.""Does that mean..." Klein croaked, his throat raw. "You'll teach me?""Yes," Feng said. "I will teach you what Storm learned from me over centuries. You have six weeks before your body completes its current recovery cycle and begins pushing toward Level 18. In that t

The moment Klein's consciousness touched Reactan's, he realized his mistake.He'd thought sharing memories would be like showing someone a recording, images flowing from mind to mind. Instead, it was total immersion. Klein plunged into Reactan's awareness and felt fifteen thousand years of isolation crash over him like a tidal wave.Darkness. Absolute, suffocating darkness. No sound. No sensation. Only consciousness trapped in crystal, aware but unable to move, to speak, to even scream.Centuries bleeding into millennia, rage building layer upon layer until it became identity itself.And underneath the rage: grief. Loneliness. The aching loss of her brother who'd helped seal her away.Klein gasped, his own consciousness nearly drowning in Reactan's ocean of suffering. But he held on, pushed forward, and finally found what he needed...the memories Storm had left him.Show her, Klein thought desperately, and the memories flooded out.Storm's final days. His weariness after millennia