Compared to others, Malakai took the forming of each of his nodes with utmost seriousness. For one, he wasn't like most people.
He was without backing in a clan filled with powerful individuals who wanted him dead. To him, strength wasn't just a necessity, it was the difference between life and death.
There was only so much Nyx could do. And during the times he would be all alone, with nothing to rely on but his power, he knew he'd always look back to moments like this. Moments that decided his next path.
He had already spent more than a week in Sylvastein, and if Malakai had to be honest, he had hoped to form another node by now. His body could take in more vita than most, it was only expected.
But the situation he found himself in had delayed him. Still, after all the twists and turns, Malakai finally believed he was ready.
