There was no daytime or nighttime in the Phantom Accursed Valley. It was always the dimming light that sometimes brimmed a little brighter or darkened into intangible darkness.
With the amount of time Warden fought with the images, he forgot how long he had been here. He had already drunk a healing potion even with his high recovery attribute to help with all the wounds he received.
Thankfully, there were places for him to hide and contemplate over his gains from the fight. His predecessors who came to train their intent have left many a place to rest up.
Throughout the fights, Warden had managed to manifest bits of his intent on more than two occasions as he put his spearmanship on the line without using void energy.
