[Tower of Trials, 4th lobby,]
Elijah rested his tired body as soon as he arrived at the lobby. He slumped down and lay down on the ground, his chest heaving up and down. His body was covered in wounds. He looked at his sword, the Sword of Sundering hellfire was looking worn out.
"Damn it."
He sighed and got up, ignoring the exhaustion that plagued his body and mind. He accessed the system interface and bought an enchanted whetstone.
Buying a potion that brought his weapon to its top condition would have been better, but Elijah didn't necessarily have the leisure to buy such an expensive item. Furthermore, he felt at peace when doing this. The mere act of sharpening his blade, in the solitude that he found himself in, with nothing but the grinding of the whetstone accompanying his ears, was peaceful to him.
It may have sounded odd but he felt at peace whenever he did some sort of manual labor when he was tired or exhausted. It felt calming to him.
