It felt like a long journey back. How to describe my exhausted suffering? Well, it was like I had done a hundred sprints or a really long sprint. A different tiredness compared to a marathon. My magical endurance was unmatched and I had plenty to spare, but I had used up a whole lot all at once.
I felt it in my body. A sort of burning feel, perhaps much like the fae, these flesh and bones I had were more like clothes than the essence of my being. See a human lives and dies with their body, but I don't. However, by exhausting my magic it seemed to exhaust my body.