"Now I take the first step to battle." Liam whispered.
He had gotten a full rest from the night. But as he was in front of the mirror, putting on his white dress shirt, he could not remove the tired feeling he had in his chest.
He took a deep breath.
It was still there.
'It has been a few days since I have been here.' He thought as he stared at the hair that had already grown slightly from the shave a few days ago.
He then stood up and walked out of his changing room.
Just this morning he had to move back to his room. And all privilege he had in the medical room had been revoked.
He could still hear the whispers of the doctors.
'Where did all the mana go?'
He chuckled, though he hoped that he did not have to pay for that.
He brushed absently the dust off his white shirt before picking up his black coat off the wooden chair, putting it on.
"Are you sure you want to use that when fighting?" David asked.
