An unknown amount of time later, Dyon groggily opened his eyes. He found that the Soul Tome was resting on his chest, but what he lay upon was a far cry from the hard, marbled floors of the third phase castle throne room.
By the time he readjusted to the bright lights, he recognized this room as the one he and Madeleine shared within the Demon Sage Tower.
Dyon sat up, rubbing his head. He felt like his head was being continually hammered from the inside out.
Because of his soul strength, Dyon had never been sick in his life, even when he was a mortal, so this feeling was truly novel for him. Maybe he was a bit too rash splitting his soul like that.
'Oh?' Dyon's eyebrows arched in surprise when he checked on his soul. It seemed to be 95% healed already. Could it be that he was asleep for almost 6 months?
Originally, Dyon had expected his soul to take about that amount of time to heal fully, but he didn't think that he'd sleep through most of that time.
