I woke up and allowed some light to come inside. Then washed in cold water using my water magic, and finally changed clothes to my regular combat pants and black hoodie. Then I ate a simple breakfast from what I still had in the vault. Some canned tuna, with few tougher than steel crackers.
I was ready to rumble.
Outside was invariably bathed in the silver light coming from above. It was given this strange, alien city chilly atmosphere. Like it belonged to the dead, and there was a lot of truth in that statement.
I found The Great One in the same building, reading the poetry from another scroll.
- I'm ready - I said to him.
- I know - he answered, putting the paper down, and standing up. - It's too dangerous for you to just go to the right place alone, so I will send you there myself. Be careful Peter, it will be a tough fight, and not the only one today. This means you need to preserve your strength.
