244. DARK SIDE

Crashing onto the ground without any care for his lower body; Noah sat on the ground, his mouth releasing hot breaths. Sweat dripped down his forehead and face, but none of that perspiration affected his attire. The magical attire seemed to have dirt-repelling abilities.

Sweeping his gaze on the experts around him, Noah saw that they were in similar states, maybe even worse. In truth, his body wasn't exactly tired, but the fatigue that came with an empty core placed even him in a deep desire to rest.

Not an ounce of Speed Essence existed in Noah's core, and for the second time in his life on Cregar, he understood what being drained of energy felt like.

Heavy breaths continued to raise his chest, but thankfully they were done with the test.

'Nine hours in total of practically non-stop casting,' Noah thought bringing out a potion, and immediately chugging it down his throat.