'Damn it.'
His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening into a fist.
Anger, frustration, and guilt surged through him in a violent storm as he heard her voice, already knowing the humiliations he would have to face while submitting that document in the archive.
His grip on the bed frame tightened, his knuckles turning white.
Crack
'?!'
A sudden sound snapped him from his thoughts.
His eyes widened as he looked down.
The wooden plank where his hand had been resting was crushed.
Aleriana tilted her head, her sharp gaze flickering toward the broken wood as she turned, about to leave the room.
Kyle blinked, stunned.
'How?'
His body was still that of a weak mortal.
There was no way he should have been able to do this.
And yet...
He had.
"Did I just—?"
Kyle looked towards his palm, gripping his hands, noting that there was no scratch, trying to process how he had been able to break the wood, which was clearly hard.
