Chapter 11 - Exercises in the FT's Cargo Bay (Patreon)

In reviewing chapter 11 in preparation for publishing I remembered the music that I had in mind for Gothic.  It's got a nice ethereal vibe I think he'd like!

"Raising both my hands slowly, palms up, close to my chest, fingers almost touching, I breathed in deeply through my nose, like I was bringing the air into my lungs by the movement of my hands alone. I then held my breath for several moments, then slowly pushed my hands down, like I was forcing the air in my lungs completely out, down through my hands, all the while clenching my muscles, while paying close attention to my breathing. An Augment’s lung capacity was a fearsome thing.

Bringing both my clenched fists to my hips, legs shoulder width apart, I ever so slowly punched forward while breathing out semi-loudly, all the muscles in my upper body trembling with the exertion, reached full extension, opened my fingers, rotated my hand up, then pulled back slowly, all the while tightening and coiling my muscles throughout. Then I did the same with the other hand, repeating the steps by punching with the other hand, rinse and repeat."