It was unclear how much time had passed when Jeming naturally awoke from a deep sleep.
He opened his eyes, and the familiar rune lines of the laboratory ceiling came into view, a long-lost sense of clarity and vitality spreading throughout his body.
The fatigue accumulated over fifty years and the numbness brought by slaughter seemed to have been completely cleansed by this thorough slumber.
He stood up, stretching his somewhat stiff muscles and bones.
Instead of immediately diving into research, he first attended to the backlog of affairs.
Through the Magic Network Terminal, he quickly browsed and replied to the communication requests he had missed over the years, most of which were invitations for academic exchanges or routine notifications from Nolun Academy on the Elorcia Plane.
