Raven had been pushing his body to the limits for three days since he started his crusade on the poor dungeon monsters.
Each day his mantle became more dreadful, the gloom spreading like an aura causing fear and terror in their hearts.
Leaving the dungeon, he felt his body screaming, almost as if it was begging him for rest.
"Let's rest for tonight—I was with Emily, Philis and Miriam for the past few days... Let's spend the night with Valeria."
He stood in the middle of the city, watching with slightly dreamy eyes as the cars and people passed him. The different lights, scents and colours of each person caused Raven to feel a sense of peace.
Instead of rushing, he sat down on a black bench feeling his racing heart and aching organs slowly returning to normal.
'I was a bit too hasty—even if I must become as strong as possible, what good is it if I achieve the strength but fall apart on the actual day?'
