"Hmmm... Is that really you, Adam?"
Minerva's voice her thoughts out loudly as she stared at the figure before her.
It was hard to call him a boy anymore. Because what stood before her now was something else entirely.
Both monsterous and wrong looking.
Before leaving she had made sure of that every bone in his body had been broken, not just for the pain, but to make the healing, or rather the learning process, harder and slower for a more refine result at the price of Suffering.
She knew he could recover from anything, so long as his heart remained intact. That was the key: his cursed gift interpreted even agony as training.
And for the past three months, this place had been relentless towards Adam as not a speck of reprieve or mercy was given to him.
For those 104 days, just gravity so dense it folded can fold light was given to him.
Adam had been crushed beneath it over and over again.
