The next day, the morning sunlight gently slipped through the gaps in the thick silk curtains of the suite room at The Dragon Inn. The golden light softly split the darkness of the room, illuminating tiny dust particles dancing in the air. Sylvia woke up earlier than usual, even though her undead body still felt heavy and stiff from the long and exhausting battle against Mušmaḫḫū. Her supernatural regeneration had worked all night, but the remaining mana exhaustion still clung to her mind like a thick blanket that was difficult to remove completely.
