It was quiet. It was heavy. Compared to the volatile chaos of before, this gray energy felt incredibly stable, almost solid. The cosmic violation feeling… that sense that he was holding a grenade with the pin pulled…was completely gone.
"Huh," Sol mused. "So the Chaos was the raw material... and this Gray stuff is the refined product? Or is that chaos the product? Or maybe it's just sleeping?"
He didn't have a manual, and there was no tutorial fairy popping up to explain the mechanics. He was clueless about the source or the rate of recovery. Was it passive? Did he need to mediate? Did he need to... ahem... conquer more territory?
"Gotta experiment later," he decided, opening his eyes. "But at least I'm back in business. I'm still the protagonist."
Feeling energized and ridiculously happy, hel pushed himself off the furs.
