A week had passed. Adam sat in his office, his condition somewhat complex – he breathed heavily, his face pale, and the magical energy within him bubbled as if it had been heated to incredible temperatures. Signs of magical fever were evident, a result of frequent and extremely careless use of magical energy, leading to fatigue and eventually illness.
"I feel awful. It's like I drank spoiled milk and then ate all of it with rotten fish," he commented, describing his feelings with an irritated sigh. He surveyed the room and noticed there were still matters that demanded his attention. "Over a hundred reports and another hundred papers that need a thorough examination. Do they hate me so much that they want to work me to death?"
My apologies for being late with the chapter. Faced some issues. Enjoy the read, friends!
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