After finishing his conversation with Mabel, Liam had spent the remainder of the hours in complete silence, seated cross-legged in the center of his dorm room. The lanterns had long since been dimmed, leaving the room wrapped in quiet darkness while the steady rhythm of Myst circulation continued within his body.
He focused entirely on recovery.
With his eyes closed and his breathing slow, Liam drew in the ambient Myst drifting through the air and guided it carefully through his channels. The process was deliberate and controlled, each breath pulling faint currents of energy into his core where they slowly rebuilt the reserves he had completely exhausted during his duel with Percy.
Hours passed like that.
