The second day was barely manageable.
By the third, Rita started wondering if this was Wail's way of torturing her, revenge for asking that one question—"Why can't we just not pay?"
On the fourth, irritation set in. By the end of the day, she was outright furious… but instead of sharpening her attacks, the anger made her strikes less efficient.
Still, she was optimistic enough to daydream about breaking through her limits and learning some incredible new skill.
By the fifth day, it felt like her soul had left her body. Mechanically, over and over, she struck the creature in front of her.
She couldn't even be sure if every hit was full strength anymore—sometimes she forgot to use skills at all. Her mind felt… asleep.
On the sixth day, her three Lightchaser techniques turned gray for the first time.
No sleep, no food. Water magic kept her hydrated, and Wail had left her more healing potions than she could count—saying she'd probably need them.
