As the Overseer departed, Anthony resumed the familiar routine that had long since become second nature.
With a practiced motion, he conjured the cottage once more.
He and Aaaninja settled into the quiet ambiance of the living room, though Lucian was notably absent.
Without hesitation, Aaaninja retrieved a selection of potions, swiftly consuming them to mend his wounds, replenish his stamina, and restore his depleted mana.
Then, without a word, he transitioned into meditation, his ever closed eyes undisturbed by the world around him.
Anthony remained silent.
A faint smile played at his lips, yet he offered no words, only the quiet comfort of his presence.
"You're as confident as ever, aren't you?"
Aaaninja's voice was steady, his eyes remaining closed as he directed his words toward Anthony.
"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?"
