"Urgh…" Shuwrak Zahara woke up with a groan. He had a searing headache while his limbs felt weak, from a lack of exercise. He looked around, surveying the place hazily, "Where…am I?"
Lying on the ground next to him on the right was the Knell Clansman. However, two unfamiliar people lay on his left, a teenage boy and an old lady. 'Who are they?'
"My Prana reserves…somewhere around thirty percent." He inspected his condition and slowly got up. It was hard to stabilise himself. His feet wobbled while his fingers constantly trembled like a drug addict. It was getting harder and harder to orient himself, 'My condition is strange.'
"It's like…it's like…" He frowned, unsure, but he had read such records, "It's like I had overdosed on Elixirs."
Consuming Elixir would increase the Prana capacity of the Spirit Container, allowing the cultivator to skip a lot of training time. However, there needed to be a cooldown before another Elixir could be ingested again.
