I remembered who I was, who I am, this morning. I am Erica Kron, Lord and Guardian of the Grove, not some simple dungeon core. And so I remade my body, only better in every way.

I consumed much of my dungeon core and even got assistance from the world in my attempts at reforging my body. I used up all the mana I had available to me and drew upon more from every source I could. In the end, I rebuilt my body.

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And yet my arm is still made of wood.

And now I am tired, to the point that I struggle to stay on my feet. The only thing eclipsing my desire for sleep is my desire for food.

Things are a bit different around here, but exploring how can wait for tomorrow.