A Century of Growth For Nimo.

Nineteen Years Later...

"If your boy doesn't wake up in the next two years, I will be forced to kick him out while he is asleep." Ancestor Imyr disclosed while playing chess with Lady Sphinx, "My mental energy is on the verge of exhaustion."

"Don't worry." Lady Sphinx replied calmly while moving up a pawn, "He will be waking up in a few days."

"How are you so sure?" Thor asked from a far.

"He has lost 10% or so of the natural treasures benefits...This should have reduced the time of absorption."

"Makes sense."

As Lady Sphinx anticipated, Felix's eyelids started making movement at first light of the next day.

After a few moments, Felix opened his muddled eyes and started looking around him with a cloudy vision, not able to focus on a single object.

To make matters worse, he felt like body didn't belong to him. He kept ordering his head to turn around, but it refused to budge.