Adam often fell into a deep sleep after battle, but would wake up a few hours later, ready to move on.
If he had suffered serious injuries, the rest period could be extended, but not by much, each case was unique.
The battle at the wind plain, the String Duel, was no exception to this rule.
Slowly, Adam opened his eyes, feeling a powerful drowsiness that wanted to plunge him back into sleep. He touched his temple, feeling a severe headache as he frowned.
"Where the hell am I?"
There was no battlefield or destroyed mill in sight, only a massive bed covered with a black sheet. Ahead, he could see a door with warm light coming from the other side, which immediately attracted Adam's attention.
"I see, so I'm in someone's mill? It must have been Norax, only he is capable of such a thing," Adam pondered before getting out of bed, but as soon as he touched the surface, a shiver ran through his body, causing him to fall to the floor.
