A Weapon From Another World

Raze's eyes shot open, fully awake. The sun was shining through the windows, and the curtains to the room hadn't even been drawn.

It was clear it was the next day already, considering he had been falling asleep when the sun was starting to set.

He quickly got out of his bed and touched the side of his head.

'It's been a while since I've been able to peacefully just sleep away. This might sound a bit crazy, but I guess I feel safer being in the Demonic Faction compared to all the other areas, even with the mess I've caused.'

Getting up, Raze began to do a few stretches. He was quite surprised that he still had gotten some sleep after he had been passed out for so long.

As he increased his Pagna stages, warriors needed less sleep; they also needed less food, among other things, but he had somewhat shut his mind off after everything, not wanting to dwell on too much.

He had become quite good at blocking out particular memories.