"Puberty?" Nero repeated as his mind struggled to come to terms with the answer he had received. He had imagined all sorts of answers, from a new type of curse, to the influence of the Primal Exarch, or maybe even something from deep down in that underground cavern they had visited. He even went as far as imagining that his fluctuating emotions were a consequence of him repeatedly manipulating his internal aether to boost his strength and speed.
But no, it was puberty. It was his hormones.
If there was any good news, it was that this would eventually pass. But if he was going through an aetherically charged puberty, Nero could well imagine that it would hit him harder, and last much longer than it was normally supposed to.
