He was forced to rest for the entire next day to recover. Even Theo himself felt like he wasn't ready to so much as even walk.
After some time, the baron returned and handed him another one of those golden-coloured potions. Theo didn't even dare think about how costly the potions might be. He had simply asked for a higher-level one instead, but the baron had been adamant about giving him this.
The moment he drank it, Theo felt a lightness spread throughout his body, something he couldn't quite describe.
Within a few hours, he was able to walk properly again, and soon after, even run inside the hut.
Clara insisted that he should rest more, but Theo was far too brimming with energy to care.
Once he was certain of how healthy he was, Theo finally stepped out of the hut and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"I need to see my sword. Where have you kept it?" Theo demanded, looking around.
