The Grimm

"Master! What's wrong?" 

Despite nearly seven days passing in the blink of an eye inside his mind, Altair was stunned to learn he'd only been out for less than half a breath. He blinked, looking up at Raven. He shook his head but still remained on one knee, powerless to move.

"I'm… good," He muttered, overcome by a familiar fog of weakness. 

[Full Recovery in eight hours]

Altair made a strange face, signaling for Raven to help him up. He could see Tasha and Morrigan's concerned faces but gave credit to what had occurred between the fusion of soul and sword. The fewer people that knew about his Omniscience, the better. 

He'd been too weak to even raise his hand to study the weapon he'd created, but he could feel a strange astral force reaching up from the blade hilt up his arm and through his pores.

[Due to the absorption of Soul Essense, recovery time has decreased by five hours]

[Full Recovery in three hours]