Moxie and Insanity, both still recovering from their intense battle, were left to their own devices, trying to fend off the monotony that came with their enforced respite.

Insanity, despite his usual demeanor, found himself increasingly irritated. He felt an unsettling pressure from Moxie that wasn’t present when their fight had begun or ended. It was as though Moxie’s aura had shifted to something heavy and fluid, an almost tangible force that seemed to ebb and flow like water. Insanity observed Moxie carefully, noting how he should have passed out from the strain of maintaining his abilities, but he didn't.

Meanwhile, Moxie, while focusing on the strange sensation within him, was puzzled by the energy drain they both seemed to be experiencing. It was as if their energy reserves were being depleted at an alarming rate, only to be replenished almost immediately, but in a way that felt incomplete. Moxie tried to process this anomaly, but the sensation was elusive and hard to define.

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Before Moxie and Insanity could fully understand their situation, Liza entered the lab, her expression a mix of concern and determination. She carried with her an air of authority, and her presence immediately commanded attention.

“Both of you need to understand something important,” Liza began, her voice cutting through the quiet. “You’re in the early stages of a transformation. What you’re experiencing is a result of your pre-awakened states.”

Moxie and Insanity exchanged confused glances. The term "pre-awakened" was unfamiliar to them, and they were clearly taken aback by the revelation.

Liza continued, “Your bodies are adjusting to the immense pressures and powers you’re developing. This process can be overwhelming, and if you don’t train and control your energy properly, it can lead to severe consequences. You must practice managing your pressure to stabilize your transformations.”

As Liza spoke, Moxie felt a sharp pang, as though something within him had cracked. It was a fleeting sensation, quickly suppressed, but it left him feeling unsettled. Despite the discomfort, Moxie chose to focus on Liza’s words and the implications they held for his journey ahead.