While absorbing essence, time always seemed to lose its meaning.
Breaths blended together. Cycles repeated without pause. What felt like a few hours passed in a blur, and then, just like that, the full thirty hours were gone.
Adam stood in front of the mirror in his room, quietly studying his reflection.
The injuries that had once wrapped his body in pain were gone. Continuous essence absorption had accelerated his recovery far beyond normal limits, muscle knit cleanly, internal damage erased, fatigue washed away as if it had never existed.
He looked… whole.
He was dressed simply: a black jacket layered over a white inner shirt, green combat trousers fitted for movement, and plain white canvases on his feet. Nothing special or reinforced.
Unfortunately, the mission hall had nothing suitable for him.
