The surge of energy flowed through him, strengthening his qi reserves.
His body, though smeared with blood, radiated vitality as his wounds healed completely.
He stood, brushing off his clothes, his grin widening.
"That hit the spot. Thanks for the meal."
*****
The fifth floor of the hospital, once a sanctuary for the unawakened, had turned into a nightmare.
Previously, this floor housed patients suffering from severe injuries and chronic diseases, individuals who had no connection to mana or the powers of awakening.
They had sought refuge here, relying on the hospital's care to sustain their fragile lives.
Above them, the awakened had congregated on higher floors, forming their own defensive lines against the unknown dangers the trials posed.
However, as the countdown ended, everything changed.
Mana gathered unnaturally at the heart of the fifth floor's hallway, condensing into a swirling portal.
