Jester's voice echoed smoothly in his mind, eager, obedient. Michael could almost feel the anticipation behind the words.
This next memory was something Michael was looking forward to since there was a possibility he could tie to his [Talent].
After all, evolution was the foundation of his power.
Whether it was the Evolution Points he spent or the advancements of his undead, everything he was building relied on his talent.
If there was a method out there to further utilize it, he wanted it.
Michael sat back down, fingers tightening briefly around the armrest of his chair.
"Begin."
As Michael's body in the Land of Origin sat immersed in a silent exchange of knowledge…..
His other self—back in Aurora—stepped out into the warm evening air, leaving the soft chatter and clinking cutlery of Mia's Hearth behind him.
The sign was new, only a few weeks old, but it already felt lived-in—like it belonged.
Aunt Mia's dream had always been simple: to own her own restaurant.
