Third Person's POV
The girls didn't marvel at it as they had used similar portable tents before, especially during their training in the Stygian Woods.
As Ethan turned, his gaze fell upon the Blood Slave, who had silently taken his place in the driver's seat.
The hooded figure sat like a motionless statue with his face hidden in the darkness though its presence was as unsettling as ever.
Knowing the Blood Slave needed no rest, Ethan said nothing and entered the tent.
Inside, a plush velvet bed dominated the space.
Ethan collapsed onto it as the weight of exhaustion crashed over him.
His muscles screamed in protest, and his drained mind felt foggy from the constant strain of battle.
The depletion of his magic energy left his body aching in ways he hadn't anticipated.
I never knew that magic depletion could make me feel this weak, he mused.