Theron's eyes snapped open.
For once, he left the blood lake without feeling as though he was on the verge of death. And almost the instant he took a breath, the waters jetting around him seemed to be sucked into his pores.
Theron had only been able to breathe underwater when he was in Veinsong in the path. The same went for his ability to heal from water as well.
But right now—at least for these precious few seconds—it was all happening naturally, as though these had always been his abilities and he hadn't been able to truly touch them until this very moment.
Mana thrummed through his body, and every breath seemed to be taken with his entire soul. Every inhale, every exhale came not only with a beat of his slowing heart, but also an opening and closing of his pores and a flickering of his soul.
It was a feeling of true, unbridled euphoria, such an intoxicating experience that Theron felt mere moments away from moaning.
