It had taken nearly three and a half days for Altair to finally feel the effects of Soul Exhaustion fade from his consciousness. During that time, he had done nothing but filter through the memories of Nox De Nier to the best of his abilities, while at night, he'd Dual Cultivate with Tasha, devouring her blood to refine his Fourth Vale Star, slowly blossoming.
Presently, Altair stood beneath a peculiar tree billowing azure blossoms. He'd learn this had been Nox's favorite spot, where he'd meditate or absorb Mana. Nox had always found this particular spot peaceful. It was secluded, away from the manor, but not too far; he couldn't see it. If he looked to his left, he could see his dukedom, the city run by House Nier, the Fifth Star City, Akrim.
It was as if nothing had changed despite the fact that over a thousand years had passed. It still looked as old as it was majestic, having withstood Seven Realm Wars and somehow the test of a hundred thousand years.
