Two hours later:
Firmly grasping the glowing, glassy pearls, Tia could feel the tiredness sweep through her entire bodyher energy fully drained after the lengthy crafting session, even with the potions coursing in her bloodstream.
'This should be enough for all my tools...'
She staggered down the dimly lit corridor, her body heavy, and every step a struggle.
"Do you need help?" The blonde's voice was laced with concern, her eyes studying Tia's weakened state.
Tia's reply was a mix of a growl and a whisper, her remaining energy focused on movent. "No, I just need to..."
Every step towards the dust room was a race against the clock. Tia was all too aware of the impending return to her world. The last thing she wanted was to collapse on the floor with her soul returning to her own body, breaking the unshakable image of power and authority the blonde had of her.
She also wanted to avoid startling the annoying yet pitiful minion of hers.
"So, you are going to ditate again?"
"Yes," Tia muttered, pushing through the doors into the dusty room she used as storage for her vessel. The conversation, though brief, was a drain on her dwindling reserves.
She fell onto the bed, the dust motes rising in silent protest before settling back down. The orbs' glow cast an otherworldly illumination in the room, highlighting Tia's pale features as her eyes fluttered closed.
Beep!
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