Trafalgar stood alone again, silence reclaiming the corridor. The echo of the director's sudden arrival still lingered in his mind.
'They didn't appear right away when the rift opened… only when I showed up. Does that mean they were watching me? If so, they must still be observing this place, since the accident happened right here.'
He exhaled quietly, gaze flicking toward the ceiling as if searching for hidden eyes.
'If they're watching, I can't just sit here doing nothing. Better to make it look like I'm focusing on recovery—maybe they'll get bored and turn their attention elsewhere. Meditation will do.'
He stepped into a darker corner and lowered himself to the floor. Crossing his legs, he steadied his breathing and closed his eyes.
Mana surged naturally into his body, his Primordial Body pulling it in with extraordinary efficiency. The energy rushed through his veins, knitting away fatigue and restoring what he had lost in the fight.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
