Coughing, Ezra's eyelids part ways ever so slowly, revealing an unfamiliar ceiling.
Ezra stirred awake, his body heavy but oddly invigorated.
His first sensation was a subtle hum of energy coursing through him—a steady pulse.
It wasn't overwhelming, but it was present, vibrating with a strange resonance.
The soft hum of the integration chamber fills the air as the operators meticulously remove the restraints and tubes from his limbs.
Their practiced hands move with precision, though their faces betray a mixture of awe and caution.
The transformation had been unprecedented—his success undeniable, but the extent of his adaptation left questions unspoken in the minds of those present.
Ezra stretched slowly, testing the limits of his body.
The ache in his muscles was palpable, but beneath it was an invigorating sensation, a surging power he could barely contain.
