Hearing a series of notification sounds resound in his mind, Valyr had a wry smile on his face as he looked at the wound he had opened. Taking out a health potion from his spatial bracelet, he downed all of its contents in one gulp before applying a bit of pressure on the wound.
"I still have to do this five more times," muttered the young man to himself as he caught his breath, giving himself time to rest while thinking about the amount of blood he had lost just so the chestplate could finish upgrading.
From what he could tell, he had probably lost about half a liter or so of blood during that time, considering that he had difficulty keeping his eyes near the end of the process. Then again, such an amount was only a wild guess at most, with the guide he was following not helping out in that regard either.
