Daru laid down on his bed, sighing.
It seemed that Lucas was still busy.
Thus, he decided to focus on completing his mission in the Myriad Sword Realm first.
The world warped from his room's ceiling to a familiar white void as he pressed his palm on his faintly glowing sword mark.
Another moment later, Daru realized he could only see black, and he couldn't breathe.
He should've left his husk in a more comfortable position…
Daru noted this, stood up, and stretched lightly, moving around to ease the soreness from his awkward position.
Only when he felt fine did he proceed to exit.
He was quite fortunate that he had to pass in front of the mirror, or his mission would've undoubtedly ended in a disaster.
Daru noticed that the mud had become too thin, especially around the face area, so he quickly retrieved a mud pile from his inventory and reapplied it to his skin.
