When Toz woke up, his eyes were a little foggy, and his body and mana pool still ached, but his mind had stopped hurting. Considering how much he put his mind through when he sat in jail, it was likely a lot more resilient than the rest of his body and existence. Toz half-heartedly wondered if he should repeat what he had done with his manual training so that the rest of his body could catch up to his mind.
But he realized that if it weren't for Scrael helping him snap out of it, he would have continued absorbing mana until he popped like a balloon. Cold sweat beaded the small of his back at that realization.
Toz wasn't giving up on manual training. He just wasn't going to go about it in the same extreme way when he did it next time.
