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Kazex woke up the next morning, feeling incredible. All the old aches and weariness in his bones were gone and his body was effectively brimming with energy and vitality.

Also, his morning wood was so stiff and vigorous that Kazex reckoned it could parry blades.

Kazex sat up from his humble bed of dried world-root flowers and stretched himself luxuriously. He then got on his feet and marched to a crudely fashioned table where he had laid out his travel gear and equipment that he had packed the night before.

He donned his clothes and cloak, which were tailored out of fabric that the two fallen angels had garbed themselves in. The heavenly cloth were originally pure white, but Kazex had taken the initiative to dye it. The clothes he turned into a vivid dark blue with the extract of bubbaberries. The hooded cloak he dyed into a dull black-green with the oils he refined from swamp-moss.

Next Kazex pulled on the boots, gloves, belts, and harness which he fashioned from angel-skin leather. Similarly, his various pouches and traveling backpack were crafted from the hides of the dead-angels.

Finally, Kazex equipped four cruelly sharp daggers, a couple of axes, a pickaxe, and a bundle of five throwing spears. The blades and sharp bits of all his weapons were carefully fashioned from the bones of the fallen angels.

Kazex chuckled to himself as he remembered how he once nearly set out on his quest to breed while armed only with a pointed stick. “Haw haw haw. Kazex so sillies!” He chuckled to himself.

As Kazex stepped out of the door, he took note of how easily he moved, despite being weighed down by all the stuff he was carrying. “Ooooooh, Kazex so strong now,” he said to himself. He wondered if his newfound might has to do with the Ular’s blessings on his overall constitution and health. In any case, he had no cause to complain.

Kazex started his trek to the edge of the plateau that he had called home for the last three years. When he reached the edge overlooking the thick woods below, Kazex turned to look at his humble hovel for the last time.

“Baiz!” Kazex said before making his way down the cliffside.