The Voidshadow sports car hummed, a low, predatory hum that was the only sound accompanying Daniel on his journey toward the Western Mine.
He guided the vehicle with effortless thought, the neural interface a seamless extension of his will.
The crushing weakness of his sealed state was gone, replaced by a thrumming, overwhelming power that made the very air in the cockpit seem to vibrate.
His mind, however, was not on the road ahead. It was replaying the previous night's disastrously awkward encounter with Ayra and how Olenna saw the whole thing.
He made a mental note to get her a truly spectacular peace offering after he completed this next stage of his cultivation.
Perhaps a new beast-themed axe or a lifetime supply of protein bars.
The thought of his own progression brought a surge of satisfaction.
The month of exhausting, radish-pulling labor, as humiliating as it had been, had yielded incredible results.
