The next morning, he rose before dawn.
Logan let out a yawn as he sat up in his bed. "That was refreshing," he muttered, stretching with a groan.
All the exhaustion had washed away from his body after a good night's sleep, fully preparing him for the day to come.
His worries about the Ancient Warlord living in his body had mostly been suppressed too. Knowing that it was completely bound to him, he doubted it would commit suicide by killing him.
"The air shuttle'll leave in an hour or two," he said, jumping up out of bed. "Let's use that time to refresh myself and get dressed properly."
The last thing he wanted was to arrive at the university with a bad appearance.
"That would leave quite a bad impression on people that wish to follow me after my performance," he thought, chuckling. "That reminds me, I should try to pick up some more talented people to join the company."
