The next morning, Colin grimaced as he climbed out of his sleeping bag.
His shoulder, where the Scorpion-tailed Lion had bitten him, and the spots where he'd fallen were badly swollen. The pain had kept him up most of the night.
"My apologies, Colin," Orelia said, walking over and placing her hand on his shoulder. "My Divine Art doesn't recover until the first light of dawn touches me." As a faint blue light from her Divine Art began to glow, the swelling and bruises on his body vanished without a trace.
After moving his shoulder around, Colin joked, "In that case, couldn't you have an endless supply of Divine Art if you just kept chasing the sun?"
Kase hollered from the side, "Watch out, or the Gods might get angry and cripple you!"
"But the sun always sets beneath the sea," Orelia replied matter-of-factly.
'I wonder if this world is a sphere.'
