Albedo rose to his feet slowly, deliberately, giving his body time to settle into itself. The difference in his power compared to before was immediate and unmistakable.
Where his mana had once felt like a carefully regulated current, now it moved with the weight and pressure of something far denser.
It was simply… deeper. Every breath pulled mana more efficiently, every step carried strength without strain. The constant drain imposed by the space still existed, but it no longer felt like a blade at his throat.
Now it was an inconvenience.
He flexed his fingers once, feeling tendons respond with crisp precision, then rolled his shoulders. No ache and no residual instability. The Phoenix Potion had done its work thoroughly, perhaps too thoroughly.
His body felt better than every before, and even his thoughts were clearer than ever, but there was no time for him to really test all of the changes.
Behind him, the basin reacted very cautiously.
