A New Frontier
In one of the vast plains dotting the world of Veldanyr, a large carriage could be seen. Being pulled along by five steeds, which were all emanating an aura reminiscent of a peak Rank 0 class holder, to ensure the passengers would get to their destination as soon as possible, the carriage zoomed under the harsh rays of the sun.
"How much longer do we have to wait until Valyr wakes up?" Sitting at the back of the carriage as he looked at the moving landscape from time to time, Wells looked at the man that slept on the carriage floor, the man's expression the epitome of delight.
"You said he drank a Rousing Slumber Potion, right?" Madeline, one of the other people stuck at the back of the carriage, decided to answer Wells' question. "Usually, the amount of time they've spent awake under the effects of the Rousing Slumber Potion is equivalent to a quarter of the time they'll spend asleep."