Back in the hospital room, Eamon remained asleep for three days. His body slowly recovering from the brink of exhaustion.
Evan stayed vigilant by his side during that time, ensuring that Eamon had everything he needed.
The hospital staff continued to monitor his condition closely, adjusting his treatment as necessary.
The morning sunlight gently filtered through the hospital blinds, casting a warm glow over Eamon's hospital bed.
Evan was seated nearby, checking over the detailed instructions from the head doctor, ensuring that Eamon's treatment regimen was meticulously followed.
Eamon stirred, feeling the now-familiar signs of energy replenishment beginning to take hold. His mind was clearer, and the physical weakness slowly receded.
He opened his eyes to find Evan nearby, diligently reviewing the treatment instructions.
"Brother…" Eamon murmured, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude.
Evan looked up, relief flooding his features.
"Young master, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
"Much better." Eamon replied, his smile faint but genuine. He was happy just to live another day.
Feeling a bit more energized, Eamon decided to check his system window—something he hadn't done in a long time.
He focused his thoughts and the familiar interface appeared before him.
[SYSTEM WINDOW]
NAME: EAMON DRAKE
AGE: 18
RANK: S
ABILITIES: PSYCHIC
CONDITION: ERROR
[FUTURE INFORMATION BEEN LIMIT BY THE USER]
"Open the condition"
[SYSTEM WINDOW]
NAME: EAMON DRAKE
AGE: 18
RANK: S
ABILITIES: PSYCHIC
CONDITION: ARCANE FATIGUE SYNDROME
[FUTURE INFORMATION BEEN LIMIT BY THE USER]
"Arcane Fatigue Syndrome…" Eamon muttered to himself, a shadow passing over his expression.
Based on the research, only 1% of those affected manage to live past the age of 20. It was a stark reminder of the precarious path he walked.
"Young master, do you want to walk around the hospital garden?" Evan, standing by his side, detected the sombre mood and gently suggested.
"Yes, I think that would be good." Eamon managed a small nod.
Evan guided Eamon out of the hospital room, walking slowly to match Eamon's still-recovering pace.
They made their way to the hospital garden, a serene and tranquil space filled with the soothing scent of blooming flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves.
"Brother, can you leave me alone for a bit?" Eamon requested softly, needing a moment to collect his thoughts.
Evan nodded, respecting his wish.
"Of course, young master. I'll be close by if you need anything." he said before stepping away.
As Eamon sat in the peaceful garden, letting the calmness wash over him, a small, curious cat suddenly bounced over to him, purring and rubbing against his leg.
Eamon's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help but smile at the affectionate feline.
"Oh my, what a cute little cat of you. Where is your owner sweetie?" Eamon said, gently stroking the cat.
"Meow ~ "
As Eamon petted the cat and kiss his paw, he felt a strange, momentary flicker in his psychic abilities.
It was as if the cat had a calming effect on him, temporarily alleviating some of the strain from his arcane fatigue syndrome.
Suddenly, there is a ringing sound around him, piercing through the serenity of the moment.
Eamon looked up, confusion written on his face. Just as quickly as the sound had started, it faded away, leaving Eamon with a lingering sense of unease.
Before he could dwell on it, the cat leaped off his lap and, to Eamon's astonishment, began to transform.
The feline form morphed into a young man, standing before Eamon with a confident smile.
"Hello, meow~" the young man said, his voice playful and teasing.
Eamon's eyes widened in shock.
"W-What? Who are you?" he stammered, trying to process what he had just witnessed.
"My apologies for the dramatic entrance." the young man replied, his smile never wavering.
"My name is James Volton. I couldn't resist teasing a cutie like you." James laughed out loud, watching Eamon's face turn a shade of burning red.
"You're a shapeshifter aren't you?" Eamon blinked, still trying to comprehend the situation.
"Guilty as charged." James said with a wink. Eamon using his [Eyes of World] skill, reading the opponent status window.