"Two attacks won't give you much time to recuperate," the golden spirit knew his part here, an auxiliary and supportive role. He couldn't help William except in channelling his attacks using his unique form of power, turning them into something deadly to any spirit.
It wasn't just William who was acting, the golden spirit was. And it wasn't just William who got tired, the golden spirit was. And yet the difference between the two's levels of fatigue was like the distance between sky and ground.
"I need to find another way… If I have my rings, I could have used my elixirs and potions to cleanse my fatigue…" William knew the crux of all this was him getting tired, and that could be easily solved by the potions and elixirs he had.
Yet in this world, he wasn't with his real body. That made him unable to solve this problem.
