"I am not sure about the exact location my king but, it seems that remnants of his mana are still left within the capital." Glade responded buying more time. Even if he can't reach the exact 2-hour mark, Glade has other things up his sleeve.
"Fin where that infiltrator is." The king replied, extracting blood from Sylvia who is still yet to wake up.
"I'm going to make a temporary mixture while you're at it. I'm only giving you an hour so make it quick." Gallio continued, mixing the blood with various substances of different dark colors within his lab.
"Understood my king." Was Glade's short answer, still thinking as to why Zeke only needed two hours.
Meanwhile, Zeke is comfortably sleeping around the protection of his strongest [Conjures]. But, by no means is this human actually relaxing.
