"Gah... hhh..."
The sound tore from Sol's throat, ragged and wet. He reached inward with his mind, desperately trying to navigate the terrifying new landscape of his own body.
Now, the Sun Core wasn't just a spark. It was a roaring, cataclysmic furnace.
It made him feel like he could shatter the petrified Void-Oak beneath his boots and jump to the very canopy of the Great Heartwood in a single, explosive bound. But that raw, terrifying power came with a price. It was pulling Primal Essence… the shimmering, golden motes he had seen bleeding from the trees… directly from the atmosphere.
And It wasn't a gentle absorption by any means, it was a violent, passive suction. The very air in his room felt charged, swirling into his chest like water spiraling down a drain.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingernails digging into the mossy floorboards until blood welled beneath them. He expected the heat to incinerate him. He expected the sheer volume of energy to crack his ribs open.
