Kion had a bit of trouble sleeping.
It had a been a productive day for him. He had completed his usual daily meditation, and practiced the mana retention and circulation needed for the new Lightning sub-domain skill he was planning to master next, which was [Lightning Speed]
Usually, this was the part where sleep came naturally, whispering promises of relaxation into his muscles and bones.
However, today was not the case.
Kion angrily sat up.
His hair was frazzled. His blood pressure was unbelievably high. His muscles felt tense, almost like his full body was in survival mode.
Just what in the gods' names was going on?
"Next time you decide to steal storm-pills from my lab, at least tell me first before you overdose and kill yourself."
Kion turned sharply to the corner in his room where the voice came from.
Only to see a ghostly silhouette of a person he hadn't expected to miss so soon.
"You don't look so good, young master." Shaman said with an old, cheeky grin.
