Profound warmth bloomed deep inside Hajin's chest, entirely separate from the brilliant divine light pouring through his bare skin.
It belonged to no mana pathway or known system function that he ever encountered in all his years surviving the capital slums.
The soothing sensation spread rapidly through his limbs until even his trembling, dirt-stained hands felt wrapped in a gentle embrace.
Every bruised muscle fiber seemed bathed in restorative celestial energy, washing away the lingering toxicity of that brutal street battle.
He stared down at the intricate radiant glyphs winding across his forearms in complex, glowing, ancient divine geometric patterns.
There was no burning pain anywhere inside the spreading radiance, only a calm and boundless sense of profound spiritual peace.
The warmth carried an affection so steady and pure that he possessed no mortal memory against which to compare it.
