It was two days after the battle when Azemo finally awoke, his stomach growling. His body could no longer ignore the craving of food and Azemo quickly found some food to eat before he headed out.
Even if his sleep schedule was not efficient he still had a lot to do. The eventual goal was to make the country self-sufficient so that Azemo did not have to stay tied down, able to explore a magical world, in peace.
Azemo yawned and took flight, it was a good way to wake up, even if he could have simply teleported to the village.
Azemo was too tired to realize the lack of movement around the castle as the cloudy sky obscured his vision of the ground.
After a few minutes of cold air rushing past his face, Azemo tucked his wings and went into a steep dive. As he reached the ground, Azemo opened the wings once more to keep him from splatting and he walked the last hundred feet into the village.
