Gritting his teeth, Raegar forced his breathing to slow, willing the Aether to keep circulating despite the agony ripping through his entire being. Raegar's breaths came in shallow, ragged bursts as he fought to maintain control.
The pill's energy coursing through his Wind Pool like a storm trapped in a bottle, making the pain feel like tiny blades were slicing him apart from the inside out. But he clung to Cecilia's words, anchoring himself to her steady presence.
His fingers dug deeper into the moss, the cool earth a faint counterpoint to the fire within. Slowly, he visualized the Aether's flow, coaxing it into a smoother spiral, each rotation drawing the chaotic energy closer to harmony.
The pain didn't lessen, but it began to shift, less a wild assault and more a pulsing rhythm, like a heartbeat syncing with his own. After an unknown amount of time, he came too only to yelp as his body ached.
