This situation had him baffled, since he had always been a being of light, with the ability to purify things, to purify worlds. I didn't understand where that darkness came from, that dark flame that grew more intense every day.
The second month passed, in which he only dedicated himself to making expeditions, he hoped that luck would favor him, so that he could find the warrior who had saved him that day. Finding nothing, he returned to the cave that had served as his refuge while he fully recovered from his battle. At that time he knew what fatigue was, which is why he slept for the first time in his life. In addition, his power healed his wounds faster while he rested. When he didn't do that, he meditated while he was absorbed in trying to make his power grow beyond its known limits, but it wasn't easy.