Azemo was feeling good, it had been a long time since his body had felt that solid and refreshed. Having his mana back was like slipping into bed after a long day, comfortingly familiar.
Azemo continued walking dazedly towards the soaring tower, half expecting someone to yell at him to get back on track.
Of course there was no one to fix him up and as soon as he remembered that, Azemo focused up himself. Since there was no one else, he had to be able to focus and that absoluteness helped Azemo to pay attention.
'I should check what else I have. Having my tome is awesome, but who would I be without my arsenal? I am the demon lord of weaponry after all.'
With that thought, Azemo explored his body and realized that he did not have his room bag and all of his weapons were in it. However, as Azemo began to panic he felt a familiar weight return to his wrists.
