"Having such an intense fight after all that torture is taking a toll on him," Asaemon told Blind as he carried Daylan into his room.
He rested for a few hours and woke up sometime in the afternoon. Daylan's head throbbed with pain as he massaged it before getting out of bed.
Whenever an ability was used, it drew strength from the soul, and when the soul became exhausted, so did the body.
However, Daylan was tired of the blackouts. He wasn't going to sit around and wait until he was finally ready to fight—no enemy would wait for that, just like his mother didn't.
Without wasting a moment, he made his way to the living room—and there he was: Asaemon.
"There are still four hours left on the clock. Let's get this done, kid."
He gestured at him. Asaemon shrugged and joined him.
Daylan liked the feeling of being in close combat with Asaemon. He believed that if he had any chance of defeating him, it would be through Spiral Edge.
