The anger is growing in Devlin as time passes by. His body and spirit grew well as a day passed. He needs a new body as soon as possible or it will lead to him sleeping for another thousand years. His wife worried about trying to keep him alive while draining herself and providing him with mana. She lay slumped on Devlin as she finished her work. He wrapped his arms around her giving her support. A frustrated sigh left his lips.
Carrying her he lay her on the bed pressing a kiss on her forehead and covering her with a blanket.
"Sleep well dearest wife." He murmured.
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