Max woke up the next day, feeling more rested than he had in a long time.
His bruises and injuries felt better, and he hadn't been plagued by any nightmares.
He got up, stretched, and looked at himself in the mirror. The disguise was still intact, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for it.
"Aren't we good if they believe we are dead?" he asked, grabbing some ingredients Elly had put inside of the dimensional bag and preparing breakfast.
[Not really =), there is still the possibility of them using powerful magic to track us down]
'But they don't even know my name?'
[If they have a single strand of your hair, it can definitely be possible, so lets just hope its alright]
'Oh well,' he shrugged, 'I don't really care, we just need to find that Magic Core now…'
[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
After finishing to eat whatever he prepared, Max immediately activated [Shrouded Teleport] and placed a 'rift' on his bed.
[Nice going, Host!]
