Night had finally fallen completely.
The sky had wrapped itself in a deep navy-blue veil, and stars appeared one by one, covering the heavens from end to end.
Each one differed in size and color; some faint, others shining brightly. A spectrum stretched from red to violet, from icy blue to pale yellow... The sky looked like a breathtaking infinity.
It had been eighteen hours since Ravien had stepped into the center of the room.
He was still there, in the exact same position—motionless. His left hand rested on his knee, while his right hand was placed on the creature's left foot.
His eyelids were half-open, yet his gaze was focused; his consciousness locked onto only one thing: the capacity transfer.
The creature, on the other hand, showed no reaction. No movement, no physical change. It simply absorbed the energy being transferred into its system in silence.
(POV: Ravien)
Twenty-second hour.
My mind is foggy.
