The room was quiet; only the faint silver light of the moon slipped through the window.
Kael was asleep—truly asleep—for the first time in two days.
His body, that had stayed alert and responsive to every sound or movement for the last two days, had given up all sense of awareness. His breathing was slow and deep, and in his arms was… Lavinia.
The Mage lay curled against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand tightly gripping his shirt. Now that Kael was finally with her, her mind was… at peace—a peace she hadn't felt in what felt like forever. Just like Kael, her mind was completely shut down.
Yes, the couple were having the sleep of their life—a sleep that would make you question reality itself once you woke up.
And they had been in this state for nearly twenty hours, their bodies refusing to wake up.
Everything remained still, as if the world itself wanted them to rest.
But then—
A faint shimmer of silver appeared above Kael's body and—
"Father."
