Mel hauled his tired body out of the rubbish piles as the early morning lights fell over the gardens covered with the energy field. It was time for the staff to bring in the novel garbage. This also meant that he had to stop training and have some rest.
His situation was the identical to last night, almost crawling forward as if he had been beaten by dozens of figures. When the sound of the wheels of the big wagons began to be heard easily, despite his legs saying enough, it got a little faster.
"All my body is aching except for my arms. And even for my arms, merely the fragments up to the elbow are fine. What a weak body I would have if I failed to possess the legacy of my grandfather!"
