Oliver awoke from a sleep, his head pounding slightly from the effects of last night’s revelry. He had indulged a little too much in the wine and spirits at the banquet, and now the remnants of the celebration seemed to be stubbornly clinging to him.
A sharp, invigorating sip of coffee, brewed with a hint of magical essence, worked wonders. The slight dizziness melted away, and his senses sharpened. Oliver took a deep breath and ate a slice of bread before heading straight for the training grounds. There was no time to waste.
Arcanus had given him a tome of fusion techniques. He had barely skimmed through it, but today, he was determined to give it a serious try.