Harry stood in his room, his head touching the roof.
His breathing was fast, and he could see his essence was half depleted—a considerable amount.
He could kill hundreds of beasts with that much essence, and yet here he stood, dumbfounded, having no idea where it had all gone.
Things were hard to digest, but he was getting to the point "mind manipulation"
Harry didn't know he had already figured this out a couple of times before, but he would have been proud seeing how fast he sorted through his thoughts this time.
Still, he had no idea what was happening. His mind went to the pen and paper he had, but he couldn't remember writing anything on them.
He remembered bringing them out with the intention of writing, but not the words he wrote.
This time again, he restricted himself from opening the pen and paper, coming to the conclusion that there were some trigger points that caused him to lose memory.
As he was lost in thought, a man with an axe lunged at Harry from behind.
