Thomas wiped his face with a towel, his whole body felt sweaty. His body exhausted from the constant fighting and moving.
Mobilizing the few remnants of holy energy in his core. He circulated it throughout his body, regenerating his muscles and helping to relieve some of his fatigue.
But it didn't help with mental fatigue. He still felt like lying down and putting on some rain asmr to fall asleep to.
He sheathed his longsword, but not before noticing a small nick on the blade.
'!! Madeline's going to be mad again. This is the fourth time its happened already.'
At least it gave him more practice for the smithing club, he would have to reschedule his other club activities to repair it however.
Just then, he noticed one of the construction workers struggling to lift a long steel beam. Without any hesitation, he immediately rushed over. Helping to lift one end of the heavy beam.
