Caine felt a rumbling in the depths of his heart, coming from the primal side of his Will, the side deeply in tune with the world.
He could feel that what lay ahead, the final stretch of this road, would be dangerous beyond belief.
He could feel death's blade pressing upon his neck, the phantom sensation of his own blood slowly trickling down his chest.
So he would prepare.
WHOOSH!
Caine took off the tattered robes he had on just as neutral qi gathered and transmuted into simple white battle robes that draped over him.
His hand moved with incredible speed, turning and twisting the tattered robes in countless ways, dissecting and analyzing them to fully understand if his idea was feasible.
After a while, he nodded.
While he still couldn't regrow his arm, he could replace it and place a seed that would later bear fruit.
