Kyrian did not notice the exact moment when he fell asleep.
His consciousness simply sank, like a stone allowing itself to be carried away by the current of a deep river.
The exhaustion of the day, the hours of saber training, the intense cultivation session, the blacksmithing lesson, and everything slowly dissolved, giving way to a state between wakefulness and sleep.
First came the ordinary darkness of slumber. That familiar darkness that envelops the mind when the body finally rests, a veil of oblivion that erases the worries of the day.
Then... something far deeper.
It was as if he had crossed an invisible layer between two worlds, a boundary that could neither be seen nor touched, yet existed, firm and unchanging. Kyrian felt his body disappear, his awareness separating from flesh and bone, drifting through a limitless void.
His consciousness slowly sank into absolute silence.
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When he opened his eyes again, he showed no surprise.
