The following morning, Han Li woke up after collapsing. His body was caked with blood, and his eyes were swollen. He stood up, feeling as though his mind was full of knowledge and a newfound understanding of the world. He had recovered a copy of the Thunder word, and it was now seared into his mind for all time.
He looked around the room, feeling as if it were truly too small to contain his being. He picked up the leather parchment that he had thrown to the side. On one side of this parchment was the Poison word, the word currently used by the Han tribe and many other people. Han Li did not waste any time. He sat back down and began writing down the Thunder word on the other side of the parchment.
