No idea

There was no positive way to accept that Eli was feeling miserable. He barely did anything but work on making his magic stronger. Which had made him considerably weaker. It frustrated him. How was he supposed to become this strong mage when every time he used his power a little bit of him died? It felt like that, slowly dying.

As long as he stayed alive long enough to get revenge. Eli didn’t care what happened after that.

Today had been one of the good days though. He’d given himself a bit of a break, and got out of his house to get some supplies. He could still feel the tiredness in his bones, but at least he wasn’t close to passing out completely.

Eli briefly stopped to savely store his new purchases, when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up, slightly irritated already, and found a familiar face. Or, somewhat familiar anyway. He couldn’t quite put a name to it yet. “Can I help you?” he snapped at her.