Chaisi had never been so exhausted in his entire life.
Hunters often said that returning from a Nest was like a wandering ghost of a thousand years re-entering its mortal shell. But Chaisi felt it was even more than that—as if his brain had become a bunch of dried-up leaves.
Every time he tried to think, he could hear the stiff, heavy nerves in his head rasping drily against each other.
He had already briefly lost consciousness once, right after pulling himself out of the Black Abyss Belt and returning to his normal state.
It was the single thought, 'I have to save Han Liuyue,' that had propped him up, forcing him to open his eyes and drag himself back to the humanoid black hole. He had collapsed into a sitting position and remained there for two days, never once closing his eyes, as he coaxed Han Liuyue's flesh and blood back from the Black Abyss Belt, sentence by sentence.
'Didn't he deserve a little rest?'
'If it were Mai Mingle waking him, fine. But who the hell was Nate?'
