The guardhouse echoed with laughter and humor, tinged with a bit of sympathy for Catel after his failed attempt to break the guard's arm.
Daylan joined in the laughter as he watched the guards drag Catel out of his cell.
Catel's attempt to do as Daylan had was enough to show him that his ability was working quite well.
Though not perfect, it was exactly what he needed—and he believed it might even do far greater things with time and evolution.
He didn't have any goal left, but having enough time to deal with why he was still imprisoned—and getting out that night to find victims to take the fall for the Fools—was his main priority.
Daylan spent the rest of his day training. By now, his bones and muscles had fully recovered, and he could handle even more torture and burnout than he used to before the incident with his mother.
