章 89: Stuck

Foster stood up annoyed, since it felt like he was about to finally have a good night's sleep. He stomped over toward the door, and quickly pulled it open, seeing Octer standing there, half his face covered in deep white bones, as if they were a sort of mask, mimicking the skull of some sort of demonic creature. Simply put, he didn't look like much of a person right now.

"What happened? Do you need help training the martial skill again?" Foster asked, letting out an annoyed sigh as he walked back into his room. Octer quickly followed him, slamming the door shut, "No, no, you don't get it, I'm not using the skill right now!" He exclaimed with a clearly worried expression. Foster snapped around and looked closer at his friend's face, seeing the dark rings under his eyes, "...What's your stamina at right now?"