The following day, Abel woke up with a determined look in his eyes. He was ready to delve wholeheartedly into the mysteries of ritual arts.
After what happened to him in the mirror world the previous day, he chose to be more cautious in his actions.
All this while, he had been subconsciously thinking that just because he miraculously got a second chance at life he was impervious to the concept of death.
However, that was simply him being extremely foolhardy.
He got up from his bed and stretched a little. The rays of the early morning sun filtered through the window and gently brushed against his face, making him squint.
His gaze was then drawn to the mirror mounted on the wall, his expression complicated.
"Fuckin' hell," he cursed under his breath.
The youth reached out for the silver pocket watch that he had placed on his bedside table. Flipping the watch open, he noticed that the time was 7:00 am.
