Solomon dragged his boots across the stone floorboards of his assigned room. He unbuckled the leather strap from his chest and let Eden's Penance clatter onto the ground. A deep ache settled into his bones.
His Convergence talent had finally exhausted its stamina tax, leaving him craving rest for the first time in days.
He grabbed a fresh change of clothes and walked toward the small washroom. "I am taking a shower right now," Solomon told the hovering owl.
He grabbed its wings and hauled it across the room so by the time it reached Solomon, he had already closed the door. And since he was in the proximity, it didn't use the summoning function to materialize.
Stepping under the spiritual showerhead, Solomon let the scalding water cascade over his skin. He scrubbed the dried sweat and grime from his arms while his mind raced through the events of the day. The looming threat of the Nether Fiend Sect gnawed at his thoughts.
