Adrian had gathered all the information he needed to know about himself—about his new self.
He had died, that much was true. Yet he was still alive, and the reason was simple—he had never been a normal being to begin with. His existence was tied to the witches, and because of that, he could now wield independent magic as well.
Still, countless questions lingered in his mind—some out of curiosity, others for the sake of survival.
But for now, he chose not to press further.
"How do I return to my consciousness?" he asked.
Avirin replied calmly, "In a few moments, you'll wake up. When your Gate was destroyed, your magic flow was severed—that's when the sudden overload was suppressed. In the future, be careful with how much power you draw."
Adrian gave a short nod. "I'll be mindful. Thanks for the warning."
He had faced the symptoms before—the loss of control when emotions ran wild.
