Lucas remained in that seated position for four full days. Not a word. Not a twitch. His posture didn't falter, his breathing steady and faint like a statue carved into quiet existence. He was in complete sync with the flow of energy inside his body, letting the refined potion work its way through every fiber of his cultivation system. Time, hunger, noise, none of it reached him.
Lira stayed by his side the entire time, except for brief moments when she had to fetch food or water. Even then, she returned as quickly as possible, sometimes skipping meals just to ensure she didn't miss a single second of his progress. She would sit on a stool near him, her hands folded on her lap, keeping watch. And every now and then, she'd glance at his face, calm, composed, and powerful. There was something majestic about it.
