Meanwhile, unaware of everything happening within the outside word, Alden was sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his face.
His crimson eyes snapped open as he yawned like a cat.
Man, that was refreshing.
Who would've thought that sleeping alone in a creepy shadow-chamber could beat a bed with silk sheets? Honestly, it was five stars.
I would definitely recommend it.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed but he didn't need a clock. His body told him everything he needed to know.
His skill cooldown was gone. His mana was completely replinished and even all of his injuries vanished like they didn't exist at all.
He had learned how to keep his healing skill running passively even while asleep when it reached Intermediate level.
Still, keeping it active during combat was a hellish idea.
Shadow mana and light mana didn't like each other at all. If he tried forcing them to play nice mid-fight, it felt like a volcano was erupting from the inside.
