He Takes It On All By Himself (1)
Four hours later...
Jeremy, who had been sitting cross-legged at the chamber's corner, suddenly opened his eyes. His ice-cold blue eyes seemed to be radiating chilling rays into the air...
*Fwuu...*
He let out a long breath from his mouth...
'What an arduous job. At last, I had only repaired around twenty percent of the overall damages. That means I need to do it four more times before my sea of consciousness gain back its original shape again.' Jeremy thought to himself fleetingly.
Afterward, he popped his head outside the tent to look around the chamber that was now pretty quiet...
'It seems like most of them are sleeping, huh. Well, they should be fatigued, after all.'
Having thought so, Jeremy retracted his head back before zipping up the tent zipper. He also wanted to take a rest like them.
'Let's take a short nap...'
After thinking so, Jeremy put the cushion back in and brought out a pillow from the left glove.