The morning light is bright, too bright
My headache is finally starting to subside, I drank a quarter of the horn of hiski last night.
No one cares for the white flash of the semeru as others had it, even then I stepped out of the barracks to drink the life-saving white hiski.
My mana core is noticeably smaller, and the artificial core is almost gone.
My spiritual root is taking in more energy than I can store, but the rate of energy it consumes is lessening.
I suspect that if I didn't have all this stored mana, I would have run out a long time ago.
'Over a decade's worth of work... gone in a matter of days' I think, yet I am still grateful to be alive.
We are all in front of the stables where we walk in one by one and get assigned skiles by a group of soldiers.
They make a point to give us the strongest and healthiest beasts under the gaze of the commander.
