13 days.
Uriel sat up in the last hours of the night counting the time that had passed.
He had spent eight days lost, three days in training, one day in the rift and the last day was spent explaining everything to the druids.
That gave the soldiers a 13-day lead on him, and he still had to spend more time learning how to get his power under control.
The thought of Cassandra being with those soldiers for so long had his mind in a complete mess, that invaded his dreams.
At first, he had been relieved that his vision had shown him that she was alive, but as it turned out knowledge came with its own price.
Not knowing was scary but knowing gave his mind a great many things to invent, a great many things to haunt his dreams.
He needed his rest, his body was battered, and his mind was in even greater need of rest, but the dreams made both impossible.
His face was slick with sweat and his leg ached as he got up and limped outside.
