As the moon rose again, looming indistinctly in the dense fog, Roland opened his eyes.
He gazed at the moonlight, almost completely obscured by the fog outside. With a long sigh, he slowly sat up from the floor.
He took a moment to assess himself. Confirming he was back to peak condition, he nodded in satisfaction and gave a deep stretch.
Ever since leaving the River Domain and embarking on the journey to wipe out the Pirates, Roland hadn't had a single peaceful night's sleep.
Before, on the ship, he had suffered from the effects of the dense Magic Elements in the Land of Mist, leaving his Spirit dazed.
He had then endured several battles, which, combined with more than ten days adrift at sea, had left him utterly exhausted.
His nerves had been stretched taut the entire time, and he hadn't dared to let his guard down for a single moment.
Now, staying in this room protected by a Witch's spell and lying on the solid ground…
