“Wow! You got into a fight with one of the Unamin soldiers and won?” Adelie asks as he shakes with excitement.

“Not just a soldier, a Gladius.” Lyzian laughs and gulps down his fifth mug of buda, “But of course I won, I’m Lyzian of the Blue Devils, no Gladius stands a chance against me.” Lyzian slams the mug on the counter and cracks both it and the wooden counter.

“That’s going on your tab,” the bartender says, “and you better have the money next time you stop by or I’ll turn you into the Unamin Army myself.”

“Oh don’t be like that Ayl, when have I ever not paid you?”

Ayl isn’t a physically imposing woman, no one would accuse her of hauling stones for sure, but she was a bit of a mystery. She talked as if she lived for ages, carried herself like it sure enough, but her face was implacable. The ravages of time only barely started to touch her, her brown skin was as smooth as a babies and only a few strands of hair showed the slightest signs of betrayal.

“What do you think a tab is?” Ayl narrows her brown eyes but can’t maintain her rage as she sees Lyzian flashing his award-winning smile. “You do this every time, and it shouldn’t work, but it does,” Ayl moans before walking away towards another customer down the bar. Ayl’s bar, The Iron Craw, is one of the most popular spots for mercenaries in Grezia. It lies just outside of the Grand Kingdom of Unam and is close enough to the ports to provide cover for the trading of illicit goods. “Adelie,” Ayl shouts from down the bar, “stop bothering the customers and get back to work. There’s food in the back corner and I don’t want any bilgs getting inside.

“When I’m bigger, I’m gonna have the best guildhouse in all of Grezia. And I’ll have a maid that cleans up so I’ll never have to deal with bilgs again,” Adelie says as he grabs the wooden brush and makes his way to the back of the bar. The wooden floors creak underneath his weight, kicking up small pockets of dust onto his well-worn sandals. “Who's been sweeping over here? This place is gross.”

“Pretty sure that’s on you kid,” Lyzian answers before downing another mug.

“When I get my guildhouse, I’m gonna make sure every floor is swept clean.” The sound of laughter from the regulars fill the bar.

“As long as you’re not sweeping it, I’m sure it’ll be clean,” a boy says.

“Shut up Eba, or I won’t let you join my guild anymore,” Adelie replies. Eba was the only other child frequent Ayl’s bar. His father, Wali, would bring him here before going to work the docks.

“You said no matter what I’d be able to join,” Eba says. “If you go back on your word, I’ll beat you up for lying!” The young boy leaps out of his seat grinning. He always had a wicked grin every time he wanted to fight.

“I’m gonna be the guildmaster of the strongest guild in Grezia! No way you could beat me up.” Adelie leaves his stool and gets into a fighting stance. The two lunge at each other and begin grappling until they both hit the floor. They roll around on the ground, knocking more dust into the air. Eba tries to pull on Adelie’s arm, but Adelie easily breaks his grip and mounts him. “Ha, you lose again!”

“That’s only because I was using my other hand to cover my nose,” Eba says. They both laugh and continue wrestling until Ayl clears her throat. Immediately, the two shoot up and apologize. Eba goes back to his table, his white linen shirt now spotted with brown, and Adelie picks up the broom next to the bar.

“Ya know,” Lyzian says, “ all this dust reminds me of when I was in the Tomb of the Sunken God.” Adelie snaps his neck towards Lyzian, his ocean blue eyes beaming with anticipation. “ There were 50 men down there, each searching for an ather shard...when all of a sudden...WHAM! A Weytin shows up and starts shouting about how we are desecrating a sacred site.”

“Wow, you saw a Weytin?” Adelie continues sweeping, though he’s so enthralled that he’s beginning to sweep the dust towards the customers. “I’m gonna see one too!”

“You’re gonna see the afterlife if you don’t start paying attention,” Ayl says before turning to Lyzian, “ And you! Stop filling his head with all this mercenary nonsense, he’s only 11.”

“Ah come on, he’s old enough to get Awakened,” Lyzian casually retorts. “In fact, isn’t that today?” Every year, an Evoker from Unam is sent all across Grezia to find those with the potential to use ather. “ Better hurry up and get to the ceremonial grounds kid, you don’t want to be dead last.”

Adelie shifts his focus back to sweeping the floor and proceeds to clean the entirety of the bar in a feverish rush. Dust hangs in the air and sends the patrons into coughing fits, but Adelie doesn’t stop. The jeers and complaints coming from the bar do nothing to slow him down, he can’t even hear them, he’s far too preoccupied with the notion of awakening. He’s been thinking of this day for years, the day he’ll finally become a Gladius like Lyzian and be able to start his own guild. Adelie would practice with a wooden stick everyday after his lessons with Ayl, and very soon he’ll be using a real sword.

Adelie feels a hand grab him by the shoulder and snaps him out of his daze. He looks up to see an all too familiar sight; a scowling Ayl. He can tell it's a scowl and not her normal annoyed faced because your jaws are doing the thing they always do right before he gets punished. “You’re done for now Adelie. Go clean up and head to the grounds. Lyzian will take you.”

“I-” Lyzian starts to protest but a sharp glance from Ayl kills any argument he had formed.

“Really? Thanks Ayl!” Adelie hugs the older woman, his arms wrapped around her stained, brown apron. Ayl’s warm, brown face softens for a second and a strand of gray hair falls down from her tied back black hair.

“And when you get back, you’re gonna clean up the entire bar from top to bottom.”

Adelie pulls back and looks at the ceiling. Long strands of spider silk adorn the patched, wooden ceiling. “ But those stains have been there forever, why do I-”

“You’re gonna be late,” Ayl says with a sly smile, “ and I don’t want you spending all night cleaning this place up, so get on.” Adelie, knowing the futility of arguing back, gives her another hug and runs to the back room.

The cold water pours from a long, green chute and onto Adelie’s soap covered body. The showers in Mwinda Village are all the same; a single standing brown square with a drain in the middle and a green chute hanging from the roof directly above. Somehow, it takes water from the eternal Ngandu River and delivers it all the way here and all over Grezia. Everytime Adelie showers, he swears he feels a bit more energetic than he did before, like the water itself was rejuvenating him. He quickly dries himself off and puts on his usual attire, an oversized short sleeve blue robe that ends at his mid thigh, white ankle length cloth pants, a black sash around his waist and his brown sandals with black leather gladiator straps. Normally, Adelie would just leave the backroom immediately, but today is a special day and he needs to make sure he looks his best. He walks by the full length mirror and gives himself a thorough look over. Not a speck of dirt on his brown skin and his hair is immaculate; his hairline is perfectly straight and the sides of his head are all neatly faded, courtesy of Ayl’s esthetician skills.

Adelie runs out of the back room, “Bye Ayl, I’ll be back as soon as I can!” He doesn’t see Ayl’s face as she tells him to be careful and he rushes out of the cloth covered door and into the daylight. The bright, mid-Szal sun illuminates Mwinda Village. It’s one of the many hybrid biomes of Grezia, this one being a desert wetland due to the effects of the Ngandu River. Large vines sprout from the ground like trees, sprouting multi-colored flowers from root to tip. From where Adelie stands on top of the hill, he can see the desert storm gathering in the distance. “Oh, looks like Molilapeka is upset today, that’s a lot of sand in the air.”

“Ya, that big bird is a pain in the ass when it’s hungry,” Lyzian says standing next to Adelie. It’s always a bit jarring for Adelie to see Lyzian when he stands because his stature is overwhelming. He has on an outfit similar to Adelie’s, in fact Adelie’s outfit is inspired by him, but he has a double layered robe on and everything from the waist down is black. “Looking sharp there,kid. The color’s a bit off and you’re missing the white secondary robe, but not a bad job.”

“I can’t wear the second robe until I’m a guildmaster, you know that,” Adelie says with slight annoyance, “ at least you should know that. For a top 5 guildmaster, you don’t know any of the by laws. “In lieu of any official markings, a guild can designate the rank of its members by either attire or accessories. Only a guildmaster may wear two robes as the outer symbolizes the guild and the inner their rank. If they so choose, they may-”

“Alright already! If you’re this guildmaster knowledgeable, you should just join mine when you’re 16. I can make you my page,” Lyzian says before reaching into his inner black robe and pulls out a gray and white whistle. “Tell me, you know what this is?”

Adelie’s eyes widen, “ not a clue.”

“Don’t be so excited to say you don’t know something,” Lyzian barks before running his hand through his intricately braided gray hair.. “This is a pact whistle, lets me go anywhere I’ve marked with a corresponding sigil. It’ll take us straight to the side roads by Unam.”

“Oh, I thought we were gonna walk there or rent some hylins.”

“That’d take too long and you don’t have any money to rent. Now hold on.” Lyzian blows the whistle twice and a cloud of smoke billows from the tip before taking the shape of a wheel. The wheel has words on it written in a script that Adelie can’t decipher. “Ok..which one is-there it is.” Lyzian turns the wheel until a set of letters reach the top of it. “Ok kid, once I say these words we’ll be in Unam. You got everything you need?”

Adelie looks back at the Iron Craw. This will be the first time he’s really left Mwinda Village. He’s been on a few supply runs here and there, but they were always within a day or two of the village. Traveling to Unam is a weeks’ journey by ship, even longer by foot. He turns back to Lyzian. “I’m ready.”

“Adelie!”

He turns around and sees a hunched over Eba. “I’ll be here when you get back. You better not come back as a lame Evoker!”

“As if! I’m gonna be the strongest Gladius to ever exist!” Adelie raises his arm to do their salute; he places his fist against his forehead and bows. Eba uses his other arm and reciprocates the gesture. “Ok,” Adelie says as he turns to Lyzian, “I’m ready.”

“Tether on: Unam.” The surrounding smoke starts to swirl around Lyzian and Adelie, passing through their bodies in violent gusts of wind. Adelie opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He looks down at his hands and sees the color shift from its natural dark brown to a cloudy white before dispersing into the air. Adelie’s gaze manages to meet Lyzian’s and the older man gives him a knowing smirk before being turned into a living cloud. In an instant, the pair are whisked through the sky at unfathomable speed. Adelie, with his vision somehow still intact, tries to take in the sights but can only make it smudges of green and brown as they pass through the Zongo Forest; a trip that would normally take 3 days to reach. In another moment, Adelie sees the ground beneath rapidly approaching him and braces himself.

A pillar of cloudy smokes pours onto the dusty ground, transforming Adelie back to his normal, corporeal self. “That was insane! I was me, then I was a cloud, then I was flying through the air and now I’m me again! Is this really Unam?”

“Take a look around,” Lyzian replies, looking down the road, “this thing must be low on ather, it should have gotten us closer.” He pulls the whistle up to his eye to inspect it, “Gonna need to take this to Tiryius. Hey kid, stop checking your body and get going.”

“I was a cloud! Oh was that an engraved item? When I get my guild I’m gonna have the best Engraver in all of Grezia!” Adelie sees that Lyzian has walked away from him and immediately runs to close the distance. Lyzian moves with the familiarity of a man that’s seen all the world has to offer, and it’s possible that he has, but to Adelie? A hardly used side road was a sight to behold. The ground was solid, unlike the soft gravel he was used to in Mwinda Village. “Whoa, the trees here are all blue! And the grass is too! Is it because of the Ngandu?”

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

“Sure,” Lyzian says, barely paying attention to the questions. “You’re gonna need to be quiet kid, this is Hangers Road, you don’t want to call attention to yourself or you’ll have bandits on you like zipflies on meat.”

“Hangers Road? That’s a weird name, why’s it called that?” Adelie asks before running into Lyzian’s back. “Ow, why’d you stop all of a sudden?” Adelie quickly steps in front of Lyzian but sees a solemn look on his face. He follows Lyzian’s eyeline and sees eight bodies hanging from a tree. Adelie falls back, his wobbling knees barely keeping him upright. “These-these p-people are…”

“Well, you wanted to know why it’s called Hanger’s Road,” Lyzian replies, “ a group of bandits cleverly called the Hangers patrol this road. Come on, it’s best if we-” Lyzian hears something rustling in the trees above. “Kid?”

Adelie loosens one of the nooses and a body drops down to the ground.

“Adel, what are you doing kid?”

“Seeing this almost made me puke, what if someone else sees it and does puke? No one should have to see this,” Adelie says as he undoes another noose. “ And besides, no one should have their body on display like this.”

Lyzian smiles and breaks out into raucous laughter. “How do you say something so stupid at first and then something so mature right after? I guess you really are a kid.”

“If you can laugh then help me out! Some of these knots are tighter than the others.”

“That’s because those are my knots,” a gravelly voice yells out. Adelie looks down behind him and sees a group of five men, each of them wearing nooses around their necks and patchwork rags all over their bodies. “ And it looks like you’re desperate to be added to the collection.”

“Hey!” Adelie jumps down to the ground and lands directly in front of the speaker, “are you the ones who did this? Do you know how gross it is to leave bodies hanging around like this?”

The gaunt man’s expression switches from cold malice to confusion, “Kid, do you seriously have a death wish? I’m the leader of the Hangers, I have no issue putting you back into that tree, permanently.”

“You better stop hanging people, or I’ll beat you up and turn you into the Unamin Army!” Adelie reaches behind his back and pulls out a wooden stick he had tucked into his sash. “ I’m gonna be a Gladius soon, so I know how to use this.”

The Hangers erupt into laughter, causing Adelie to get into his stance and tighten his grip. “You went and put me in a good mood with that joke kid,” The gaunt man says, “ so how about I make you a deal. You go tell your grandpa he gives us 800 lym and we’ll let you...wait a minute.” He looks at Lyzian, “That robe...and those eyes...are you?” All of the color drains from the gaunt man’s already pale body, turning him a grayish color. “ Lyzian the Storm-Eyed??”

“Oh, don’t mind me, please continue,” Lyzian says with a wide grin, “ you were saying something about giving you some lym? Tell you what, I’ll make you a counter offer.” Lyzian begins walking towards the Hangers, “ If any of you can take a step towards me, I’ll give you 800 lym and put the bodies back.”

“What! Why would you do that?” Adelie turns to his left as Lyzian stops next to him. “ These guys are bad people and I already said I’m gonna beat them up.”

“Oh that’s right,” Lyzian turns to the Hangers, “ If one of you can beat this kid, I’ll pay the lym.” Both the Hangers and Adelie give Lyzian a hesitant look. “Hey you, leader, what’s your name?”

“Lysher.”

“Shr...I guess that makes sense, adding the letters of the God of Death to your name is what I’d expect from the leader of the Hangers. Ok Lysher, you’re fighting the kid. If you win, same terms as before. If you lose, then you do whatever the kid wants.”

The color returns to Lysher’s skin, “ You want me to fight that little kid? Alright, this’ll be the easiest 800 lym I’ve ever made.” Lysher flashes his teeth, grinning from ear to ear, although it might be a stretch to call them teeth. Jagged, yellow rocks stick out from his gums, hiding a purple tongue just behind them. “ I know these guild types, once they state the terms of battle they stick to it even if it means death, which is too bad for you kid; you won’t live to be double digits.

“I’m 11,” Adelie says before closing the distance and arching his stick upwards, towards Lysher’s face. “I’ve got him,” Adelie thinks as he sees a look of shock slowly dawn across Lysher’s face. “I’ve practiced this move over a thousand times. Step forward with an explosive first step, stop just in front of the enemy and use the momentum to swing the blade up, and then..” Adelie cracks Lysher across the face, lifting him off the ground. He falls onto his back and remains motionless.

Lyzian narrows his eyes, “ Hey kid, is that some kind of special wood?”

“What?” Adelie says as he keeps his eyes on Lyeshr’s body, “ I don’t think so, I found it by the docks.”

“I’ll admit, you’re faster than I thought,” Lysher says as he sits up, “and there’s no way an ordinary stick hits that hard.” He spits out some blood and three of his teeth hit the ground. “ But, you should have bashed my head in to make sure I was down, you’re too soft.” Lysher pulls his right hand up, revealing a rope with one end tied to his wrist and the other to Adelie’s. He pulls the rope towards him and Adelie lurches forward. Lysher quickly stands and punches Adelie in the gut and then kicks him away, only for him to pull him in again. “Ropes are my specialty,” Lyeshr says with a sadistic grin, “ I can tie ‘em around anyone and anything.” He kicks Adelie down. “I can pull a zipfly out of the air with ‘em.” He delivers another kick into Adelie’s ribs. “You think a little pissant like you stands a chance? You think you can beat me with a stick?” Adelie is once again kicked away, only to be yanked back by Lyeshr. “Where’s that confidence now you little…” A pain radiates from Lyeshr’s foot. He had been kicking Adelie so much and talking so loudly that he didn’t hear the sound of his toes breaking with each hit. “What did you do, you little shit?!”

Adelie quickly gets to his feet. Aside from dirtying up his clothes, he looks none the worse for wear. “ Your kicks didn’t hurt at all. Maybe if you trained your body more instead of ropes, you wouldn’t have such weak legs.”

Lyzian bursts into laughter, which only aggravates Lyeshr. He reaches under his rags and pulls out another rope. This one is a lot thicker than the other; it thins out towards the middle and the tip is wrapped in a series of knots. Lyeshr snaps his hand and the rope slams into the ground, the tip breaking through the dirt and leaving a fist sized hole. “Hey, Storm-Eyed! You’re not gonna interfere right?”

“Correct,” Lyzian says, “ I’m only here to watch.”

Lyeshr turns back to Adelie, rage filling his grey eyes. “You hear that kid, you’re about to die.” He strikes the ground again with the rope in his left hand and stalks towards Adelie. “I’m gonna break every bone in your body and then hang you up on that branch right up there.”

“The rope on his left side is weird, but I have to remember what Lyzian told me.” During his frequent visits to the Iron Craw, Adelie would bug Lyzian to teach him how to be a Gladius. Lyzian, of course, never actually showed Adelie any moves, only told him the basics of the basics. Never lose your weapon. Always watch your surroundings. Never pay your tab. Some of the lessons were useless, but there was one that immediately comes to Adelie's mind; “ always disrupt the enemies rhythm.” Whenever Adelie really focuses, everything around him goes away. It’s like his body, no, his entire being filters out the extra and he can grasp things with increased clarity. It happened earlier when he was sweeping the bar and it’s happening now. Lyeshr seems to be moving at half speed to him, same for the ropes in his hand. “The heavy rope stays in the air for two breaths, so after one I’ll have my chance,” Adelie thinks, “but what about this other rope that’s still on my hand? If I try to hit him with the stick he’ll-” At that moment, Adelie looks at his hand and notices he’s only holding onto the “hilt” of the stick. “Where did the rest of it go?” He looks around the area and sees dozens of splinters strewn about right where Lyeshr was striking him.

“Don’t get distracted!” Lyzian commands, snapping Adelie’s focus back to the battle at hand. Lyeshr raises his left hand in preparation of another snap, but this time pulls Adelie in with his right hand. As the heavy rope snaps towards Adelie, he plants his feet firmly onto the ground, causing Lyeshr to jolt just enough forward for him to place weight on his injured foot. He grits his teeth in pain and the approaching rope misses its mark. Adelie seizes on this opportunity and charges towards him. Lyeshr tries to move the rope again but Adelie’s too close.

“I already told you, I’m gonna beat you up!” Adelie once again brings his stick up in an arching motion, only this time he strikes Lyeshr with his fist. Blood flies into the air as the punch breaks Lyeshr’s nose and he falls to the ground. Adelie moves in to strike again, but Lyzian places his hand on his shoulder.

“That’s enough kid, you won.”

“Hey,” Lyeshr says, “I thought you said you weren’t gonna interfere!”

“I’m not. If this was a real battle with a real weapon, he would have cut you in half the first strike.” Lyzian takes a step forward, “ I let it go because I thought it might of been a fluke, but you’re really so weak that you let a 10 year old-”

“I’m 11,” Adelie says.

“An 11 year old bust you up, twice.” Lyzian looks back at Adelie, “honestly kid, when did you get so tough?”

“I’m gonna have the greatest guild in all of Grezia one day! I’ve been training everyday for as long as I can remember.”

“That’s a good answer. Gotta be tough if you wanna be a top guild around here. You won, so what do you want to happen?”

“They have to stop hanging people and need to turn themselves in,” Adelie says point towards Lyeshr and the Hangers.

“Well, you heard the kid. Turn yourselves in.”

Lyeshr laughs as the rest of the Hangars surround him and pick him up. “You think I’m gonna do what a kid says? To hell with that, I’m gonna cut him up and string him from each branch.”

“Hey, a deal’s a deal,” Adelie says.

“Shut up you little shit. I told you only those guild idiots follow those rules, do I look like I’m in a guild?” The rest of the Hangers take out small daggers and pieces of knotted rope.

Lyzian steps in front of Adelie. “ If I were you, I’d take the kid’s offer. He’s young so he still has nice ideals. Me? I’d just kill ya and be done with it.” A sense of dread fills the air, so much so that members of the Hangers start dropping their weapons and covering their mouths as if they were trying to hold back from retching. “So, Lyeshr, what’ll be?” Lyzian stares him dead in his eye and Lyeshr’s entire body stiffens. His face is frozen in fear. His lungs expand, holding onto the breath he dare not let go. The other members of the Hangers run away with inhumane, adrenaline-filled speed, leaving Lyeshr behind. “Oh, my bad I forgot to tone it down.” Lyzian laughs and the foreboding sense of dread that fills the air disperses. “You're gonna be a good little boy now?” He asks Lyeshr.

Lyeshr releases his breath and quickly tries to catch another. “Yeah...I’m going.” He gets up and begins walking towards the city, but stops. He turns back to Adelie and says, “I’m gonna remember this day,” before continuing on.

“This was your one chance to beat me,” Adelie replies, “ after today, I’m gonna be way tougher!” Adelie swings arms in front of him and bangs his fists together. “I can’t believe I won my first fight! And without a real weapon too! I’m gonna be the best Gladius ever!”

Lyzian looks at the broken pieces of wood on the ground and then back at Adelie. “ Hey kid, are you sure you’re not hurt?”

“Hm? Oh yeah I’m totally fine,” Adelie says as he raises his arms. “ I mean at first that punch hurt, but the more he kicked me the less pain I felt. In fact, I still don’t feel any pain. I’m a bit tired though. Hey, do you think you could have beat him when you were my age?”

“Of course, no problem,” Lyzian says. “Now, future best Gladius ever, let’s get going. We’ve wasted enough time here.”

“Yeah! Next stop, the Awakening!” Adelie pumps his arm into the air and runs in front of Lyzian, who seems to be lost in thought. “Hey Lyzian? Which way is the Awakening?” Lyzian smiles and nods his head over his shoulder. “ Alright, to the Awakening!”

After an hour of walking, Adelie emerges from a thicket and onto the main road to Unam. Lyzian had explained that the pact whistle should have taken them directly next to the capital, but they must have activated a barrier in preparation for the Awakening. “I didn’t know that forests could be so big! It’s at least 100 times bigger than the marshes in the village,” Adelie exclaims as he places his hands on his knees.

Lyzian emerges from the thicket, brushing off the leaves from his robe. “That’s pushing it, but the forests around Unam are larger than most by design. If an invading force tries to approach from the land, the forest acts as a barrier of sorts.” He points down the road, “have a look kid, that’s Unam.”

Adelie slowly lifts his head before jumping up and running upwards towards the city. “Wow, this place is huge!”. Unam, one of the 10 Great Kingdoms of Grezia, sits on a hill that is said to be the remains of a slain Atherial, one of the Elder Race. Colossal spires made of Unamin metal pierce the sky, wrapped in the embrace of nature. Unam is renowned for being able to combine its technological advancements with the natural elements; a true example of coexistence with nature. Below the spires are small buildings that appear to be living structures, though Adelie can’t really make it out from his current distance. “It’s like looking out to the sea! Which one do you think is bigger? I’d say the sea but only by a little bit...actually maybe Unam is the same size?”

Lyzian tries to stifle a laugh but fails miserably at doing so.

“What’s so funny?” Adelie asks as he snaps towards Lyzian.

“I sometimes forget how much energy and wonder kids have.”

Adelie, seemingly taking offense to the kid remark, tightens his mouth. “ How are we supposed to find the ceremony in a place this big?”

“Oh that’s easy, just do me a favor and don’t throw up.” Before Adelie can respond, Lyzian grabs his arm and an indescribable sensation flows through Adelie. Suddenly the distance between Unam and himself vanishes and Adelie finds himself next to one of the smaller buildings he saw earlier. “Hey, you didn’t throw up, good job kid.”

Lyzian words wash over Adelie. “What just happened? Did he do the smoke thing again? No, he didn’t use the whistle...then wha-how?” Adelie looks at his arm as Lyzian gently lets go. “Lyzian did this? Wait..” “You used ather! That was awesome! I felt weird for a second, but that was so cool.”

“You could feel my ather?” Lyzian bends down to Adelie’s level and puts his hand on his forehead. “You don’t feel hot, or sick? No blurry vision or tingling sensation?”

“Huh? No, should I?”

Lyzian pauses for a moment, “Only if you had a weak constitution. Come on, the Awakening Ceremony is just past here. Adelie jumps in excitement and runs ahead of Lyzian.