Chapter 451 - B7 - 4: Creativity
Zeke woke from his deep slumber and found himself… at peace.
He felt as though he could lie there forever and everything would remain fine. The world would turn as it always had, untouched and undisturbed.
The sensation was so foreign to him that it instantly raised alarms. Since when had the world ever felt so calm?
That thought snapped him fully awake, breaking through the lingering haze of sleep.
He found himself staring up at a dome of glass panels, so close he could reach out and touch them without rising. The unfamiliar view triggered a spike of panic at first, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through his veins. But then, recognition dawned.
He was inside the Mana Purifying Device.
He had fallen asleep the moment he'd lain down.
The realization of where he was sent a second jolt of warning through his system. The hatch was already open, which could only mean one thing—he was no longer breathing the purified gas. Instinctively, he searched within himself for the familiar craving, that all-consuming need he had once felt while clawing his way toward the rank of Grand Mage.
To his utter astonishment, there was nothing.
No hunger. No desperation. No ache.
In fact, he felt… invigorated. As though he'd just woken from the most restful sleep of his life.
It was the complete opposite of what he had braced himself for.
"Akasha?" he called softly.
| [Answer] Good morning, Host.
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