Master-Disciple

The bright moon hung silently in the sky. While most of the area slept peacefully, Damian was still searching relentlessly. At this point, the skin of his fingers were nearly non-existent. He had dug for so long that he felt like a machine, but he had no luck. Not a single Object of Law was revealed.

The first thing to give out was his arms. They were sore and turned limp like soggy noodles. Even if he wanted to continue digging, he was physically incapable. There was a distinct glimmer in his eye still burning with the ardent flames of youth, but it was noticeably weaker.

The next to give out was his legs. After putting his entire body in digging, his legs suffered greatly. Like a cracked table leg, he fell.