While the nobles and prince were having their meeting, Aizel was catching his breath, resting his weary body after a long day of battling the monsters that plagued the area.
He rested on the rocky ground and stared up at the stars, their beauty a stark contrast to the peril he faced below.
He knew that the night was almost over and the sun would soon rise, but he couldn't shake the feeling he hadn't yet faced the most dangerous challenge that lay ahead of him.
"Still no Grade III monster. Were things overhyped here?
"I wonder why no high-grade mages have cleared this, I bet they could clear it with one or two attacks.
"Is it because once you become too powerful, this type of thing doesn't matter anymore?"
As Aizel sat quietly, he felt a tiny stinging sensation in his head and reached up to massage his temple.
"Why is this happening now? I didn't spend that much mental energy, nor did I overwork my core."
