Raziel spent the next seventy-two hours in the library.
He didn't sleep or eat right, he just studied.
Lucian tried to convince him to rest, but Raziel refused.
"There's no time," was all he said.
Lara showed up once, bringing him bread and water. Raziel thanked her with a nod and went back to the books.
[TIME REMAINING: 4 HOURS]
[WARNING: CRITICAL MENTAL FATIGUE DETECTED.]
[MENTAL STABILITY: 41%]
Raziel closed the last book.
He had read everything he could about energy anatomy, vital circuits, and the unorthodox healing techniques that the ancient texts barely mentioned.
But there was a problem, Raziel didn't have a Healing Gift.
He hadn't even managed to activate the basic skill that all novice healers had innately, not even once.
'It doesn't matter,' he muttered.
He got up.
He left the library.
The Great Hall was packed.
All the novices of the Healer's Path were lined up in front of the evaluation tables.
Raziel got in at the end of the line.
