"Finally!"
I said as I woke up; with this six-hour sleep, I had finally recovered. All the life essence I had lost had filled up my body and now flowing calmly inside me.
It took eight days for me to recover, ten if I count the time I had been unconscious. Now that I had recovered, I could do the things I want and first, in priority, was waking another Grandmaster from the hall of sleep.
A few days ago, I was researching the best method to use the essence of devouring curse wraiths. I had stumbled upon something, and I had immediately cross-referenced the data I had about the illness of Grandmaster Radcliff.
To my surprise, I was able to find out that is the devouring curse wraith of the peculiar kind that had stuck the Grandmaster.
