Five days had passed since Asher turned eighteen years old, and during this time, he had done nothing but sleep, eat, and train.
Asher had nothing to do aside from these things, and he genuinely felt like he was going crazy, literally. Within these five long days, he had attempted to do anything even remotely fun... anything at all, but to no avail.
There was simply nothing.
His only option had been to enter the library, where he read up on Crymora, the surrounding Empires, and the wars that had once ravaged the world in olden times.
And yet, even after all that, Asher still felt an unbearable sense of boredom. Just because he had a perfect memory didn't mean he was a lover of books. In truth, he only ever opened one, or even touched the spine of a book, when it was absolutely necessary.
