Five days later, and they both broke through. There wasn't a blinding light that shot into the sky, or a shockwave that ripped through the room. It was a simple thing—a click that barely resounded through the room.
But Atrox felt it. The quality of the essence around them changed immediately, and the two stiffened, a smile on their faces before they passed out.
Atrox himself was tired, and he opened the door, arranged for the two to be transported to their room in the palace, before he made the trip himself.
Eryndor, who was with him, followed and helped him to the palace, where Atrox simply collapsed on his bed and slept.
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".....That is my report, my Lord." The administrative representative had just finished giving a report on what happened during the last five days that Atrox was absent.
