When they drank this time, they were quick about it and didn't waste time beside the lake. Or marveled about the way the water restored their mana and healed them.
They were refreshed, and their ache healed but what wasn't heal and still sent sharp pain to them was their stomach.
"What are we going to eat now?" Rota complained as they made a hasty escape from the lake. "We haven't eaten anything since last night! Or is it two nights ago?"
Belialthorn frowned. It was morning when they entered the castle but it was dark inside and outside was even worse. By his estimation, they should be at night outside. "It should be night now. So it's still yesterday."
To Alaric, it looked like five days or more even. From everything that had happened— Eleanor's sudden betrayal and the Holy Church and Hunter's Association not so sudden betrayal to the death of all those who wanted to go to this raid except them.
