In the ward, the only sounds were the soft clinking of potion vials and the rustle of a gentle breeze sweeping through the treetops outside the window.
Devereux relaxed his body, allowing himself to sink into the recovery process as he quietly awaited the return of his physical strength and magic.
With his eyes closed, he felt the magic slowly flowing back into his body. Yet his thoughts were not resting; instead, he was rapidly sorting through the gains of this trip to the Underworld in his mind.
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