Chapter 8: Relaxing Meal
Wesley pushed against the floor with both palms, trying to lift himself back up, but his arms trembled uselessly, like they weren’t his.
"Oh, no... Don’t tell me..." he muttered through clenched teeth, the exhaustion settling like chains around his limbs. "Did I really use all of my Mana of Knighthood just for that slash?"
He grimaced. It made sense. That explosion of force—just a swipe through air that cracked like a whip—it had felt powerful, sure, but the aftermath was like being steamrolled by fatigue.
He exhaled sharply, biting down on a frustrated groan. "Damn it, I’m too weak..."
But before he could spiral too far into self-blame, another system notification chimed.
Ding! Mana of Conjurer awarded. Initiating infusion...
A gentle warmth bloomed in his chest. Like being pulled upright by invisible strings, his body rose—still trembling, but undeniably lighter.
The heaviness evaporated, replaced by a new kind of current humming through his veins. Mana—different from the one tied to his knighthood. Colder, calmer. More mental than physical.
"Oh," Wesley blinked, catching his breath. "So... I forgot that I have more than one class..."
He smiled to himself, a tired grin stretching across his sweat-slicked face. "Alright. That’s good. That’s really good."
His legs still wobbled, but he steadied himself, muttering, "I need rest. A long rest."