After the confrontation, came the silence.
No new orders. No words from Mister.
Only a notification on the communication panel:
"Contract confirmed. Terms in effect."
It was the agreement between Kael and LIGA.
A pact made from the beginning, bound by clauses both sides knew by heart.
He would carry out the missions.
They would respect the boundaries.
Neither could break it — without consequences.
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Kael complied.
And so did LIGA.
And for the first time in a long while, the Comandos Base felt like home.
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He used his days as he pleased.
He refined his body, sharpened his sword skills and marksmanship.
But he also allowed himself the other side:
Heated pools, exotic drinks, gourmet dishes prepared by artificial intelligence.
Late-night walks through the library.
Silent observation of the forest beneath the glass dome.
Philosophical reflections.
Soft laughter while watching old comedies from the 80s and 90s.
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More than anything, Kael rediscovered what he had long forgotten:
curiosity.
LIGA had digitized the entire human internet up to the year 2020.
The search engine was nearly omniscient.
Kael spent hours reading articles, exploring history, watching records of wars, revolutions, forgotten arts, and cultures he never knew in life.
All of it… at the touch of a finger.
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These were weeks of deliberate calm, where time itself seemed to slow.
Kael was not just immortal.
In that moment, he was a man, living.
And for the first time since crossing the Vale of the Forgotten…
He savored it.