45. Spiritual Overdraft
The first thing I saw upon waking was the small sun shard embedded in the ceiling of my cell. My mind felt muddied, and I couldn’t remember what’d happened or how I'd ended up here.

The warden and I were out in the grasslands. She’d talked for a bit about fighting with daggers. Then… I let out a groan as my stupid oversight came rushing back.

That’s right… I was almost out of spirit and didn’t stop to account for the gun’s last few screws and stuff… The cost to conjure those last few things and what I needed to imbue them must’ve pushed me over the edge.

I couldn’t remember the exact numbers at the moment, but I was sure I must’ve passed out because my spirit bottomed out. The warden really hadn’t been kidding about the sudden plummet in physical energy if one got too low on spirit.

But why hadn’t I passed out the instant I made the gun? There was a second where I felt fine…

The soft fabric of a fresh uniform rustled against my skin as I turned to my side to look out at the loun
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