In the end, hunger woke Kroya.
He was still just a pitiful Second-Level Mage, after all. He could hardly fill his stomach through meditation alone without eating anything.
After a good night's sleep, much of his mental energy and magic power had recovered, and his head was clear enough.
"Phew. Nothing beats a good sleep."
He stretched, let his mind go blank, and relaxed completely, gazing unfocused at the ceiling.
The elegant magic lamp overhead still gave off a soft white glow and a refreshing fragrance, making the whole bedroom feel especially comfortable.
Only after two or three minutes did he come back to his senses.
He glanced at the Magic Clock beside him.
It was eleven at night, but he could faintly hear the wind howling outside the window and see flashes of lightning amid the thunder.
"Is it raining?"
He walked slowly over to the window and looked outside.
Sure enough, a violent storm greeted his eyes.
Rain poured down as though a huge gash had been torn in the sky, sending water cascading down like a waterfall. The trees growing on the island swayed in the wind and rain, looking as if they might be uprooted at any moment.
Farther out, everything was pitch-black, visible only faintly during flashes of lightning-the gale drove the sea into a frenzy, raising waves several meters high that slammed into the island's shores and sent countless sprays of water flying.
Even through the window, Kroya could feel that terrifying power. The might of nature truly left people feeling utterly helpless.
This was the first time he had encountered such a heavy storm since arriving here. Before this, there had only been ordinary light showers.
Before transmigrating, he would certainly have stayed snug in his room and gone back to sleep. A