Lassim's eyes fluttered open, the sparse light of the subterranean world's flickering wall flames casted eerie shadows across the cavern walls.
He felt a profound weakness enveloping his body, an emptiness that gnawed at his insides. His sleep had been deep but unrefreshing, the lack of mana was making it feel as though he was slowly being drained of life.
With a groan, he pushed himself to a sitting position, the room spinning slightly as he did so.
Pushing through the dizziness, Lassim staggered to his feet and made his way through the network of tunnels in search of Sanvra.
The air felt heavy and thick, which did nothing to ease his pain and sick feeling.
Thankfully, he found her after a short search with her presence near one of the many shrines dedicated to Khaalseru.
"[Sanvra]," Lassim called out weakly as he approached her. "[I... I need to find a way to access the mana here. I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this.]"
