Three days had passed. Three long, restless days.
Velren sat at his desk, staring blankly at the open Codex projection before him. The words blurred together, an incomprehensible mess of text that should have been easy to process. And yet, his mind felt slow, distant—just like his body.
Ever since that night in the training hall, sleep had eluded him. It wasn't just the nightmares, though they came in fragments—pain, static-riddled messages, the weight of something pressing down on his very existence. No, it was something deeper, something more insidious. His body felt... cold. Not physically, but as if a part of him was untethered, wavering like a candle's dying flame.
