Eryndor hadn't realised how difficult it was to fight someone at a higher stage.
He had already buried the body after 'borrowing' everything on the disciple, whose name he came to know was Jaxen.
Currently, he was leaning against a tree far away from the are where they fought, his Passive Regeneration working continuously to heal his injured body.
He could feel his Energy of Consciousness siphoning away without halting.
Probably because his Passive Regeneration wasn't yet at a very high level, his wounds were recovering slowly.
This will take hours.
Eryndor glanced at the speed at which his injuries were healing and estimated the time.
Keeping his injured hands by his side, he was using Telekinesis to go through the loot he found on Jaxen when he felt something.
His brows furrowed as he immediately took cover, and entered the Mind Palace.
Yes, he wasn't wrong. He could definitely feel it even more distinctly now.
