Ixion's soul snapped back to his body, and a throbbing onslaught attacked his mind.
"Ow…"
The Soul Sickness was bad; though thankfully not nearly as bad as when he'd used [Noble].
His numbness in his hands slowly subsided. Ixion began rubbing his head as his blurry vision slowly focused. His eyelids felt heavy.
'I guess I'll be meeting those three in my real body quite soon.'
After a few more minutes of nursing the headache, Ixion made his way to his desk and looked over No Regrets.
Sadly, he had no current task he wished to complete at the moment, so all he could do was wait.
Wait for the challenges to start coming in.
***
'How audacious those inauspicious, raucous ignoramuses are!'
After one day since his announcement, a single challenge for a duel had come. Then, three the following day. Three days later, ninety-four came at once, all requesting the same date.
