Sweat dripped, and knowledge flowed for a month as everyone diligently focused on improving.
This morning, Adam rose from his bed in the dream place, a frown deeply etched on his brows. Despite spending weeks asking around, he failed to find a substitute for the ghost essence used to heal him. Worse, no one could even give him a clue on how to find one except by defeating a tier-six ghost.
He sighed, realising, 'November is fast approaching. I can't afford to remain inactive.' He enjoyed the peaceful month, training Arun and studying the two mana techniques his mad self had used against Ignatius until he could proficiently use them. He also pondered why the use of arrows instead of bullets and conducted a few tests to understand.
