Alvin sat cross-legged in the endless white, his arms resting loosely on his knees. The only thing keeping the void from swallowing him whole was that trembling, glowing blue ball that hovered before him—the World Will.
His voice, calm but edged with impatience, broke the silence."How much time has passed outside?"
The orb pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat trying to steady itself.{Two days.}
Alvin's head snapped up, eyes narrowing."Two days?"
{Yes. Your body has been sleeping all this time. They have taken care of you.}
A muscle in Alvin's jaw twitched. He was many things—cold, sarcastic, proud—but patience had never been his strongest virtue. And now, knowing Xavier and the others had been staring at his still form for two entire days…
His chest tightened.
He pressed on. "How much longer until I can return?"
{Six hours,} the orb said gently, almost apologetic. {Six more hours before your soul and vessel can harmonize again.}
Six hours.
