Cassian Blackthorn

Cassian stood in front of the full-length mirror in his private dressing room, slowly buttoning up his crisp white shirt over his chest.

He traced a finger over the faint red scratch marks left on his shoulder. Where deep clawing and bruising should have taken days to heal, the skin was already fully smoothed over, glowing with a subtle, radiant warmth.

Cassian paused, staring at his reflection in sheer confusion.

A sudden surge of pure, raw vitality thrummed beneath his skin. He didn't just feel restored, he felt like his physical strength, stamina, and life force had increased tenfold overnight.

It felt like he could tear through an...