Sambha did not wake.
Not that morning or at the evening.
It's been almost twenty-two hours have been passed, but there's no sign of even weaving finger. He's still lying on the bed unconscious and frozen on the spot.
It's getting strange.
At first, everyone treated it as rest, after exhausting practice—maybe mental fatigue of what happened in past days.
But.
The doctors said his breathing was steady, his pulse is normal. Their was no mana turbulence, nor even any tiny internal damage.
"He is exhausted," they said.
"His body is recovering."
So the palace slowed.
Lessons were postponed.
Schedules quietly rewritten.
Training halls were left unused.
Sambha slept.
Limbo counted the hours.
By the second day, the reassurance were thin.
Sambha's postion never changed unless someone.oved him. His fingers twitched occasionally, his brows furrowed once or twice—as if dreaming —but his eyes never opened.
Rin sat beside the bed more often now, preti g to read while watching his chest rise and fall.
Gaja paced.
"This isn't normal," he muttered for the third time that evening.
"No," Limbo agreed. "It isn't."
The doctors returned again.
They checked sambha carefully, murmuring to one another in low voices. One of them traced diagnostic sigils over the child's forehead, frowned, and tried again.
Nothing changed.
"No sign of illness," the head physician said carefully. "No corruption. No external interference."
"And yet?" The second queen asked.
"And yet he does not wake."
Silence followed throughout the room.
Sambha's mother stood near the window,
Hands folded so tightly the knuckles had gone pale. She had not left the room except when forced.
She had not cried.
That worried Limbo more than anything.
One by one, on the third day, Limbo stopped waiting. And dicided to —
He went to the library.
Not to the public archive, but the older section — the one where stone shelves replaced wood, where scroll were copied fewer times, and the air carried the scent of dust and preserved ink.
The place was cleaned, maintain in someway but not properly. No one usually comes except few people's who seek for random knowledge.
There was bunch of books and scroll some old and some new. Even the place was clean. But the books were covered in dirt under them as he took one of them.
He read about the fatigue.
About the mana overuse.
About the mental strain.
But no use, none fit with the situation Similar to sambha.
He read about the children with latent affinities. About their early awakenings.
The symptoms and about the backlash.
Still nothing.
But Limbo didn't loose hope not his mind and will wavers. He's the type of person who ready and eagar to learn new knowledge.
He read older records —frwgmented accounts of past incidents where the land itself reacted.
Most were incomplete.
Some eneded abruptly.
A pattern began to form, but it refused to solidify. Limbo closed the final scroll. And leaned back against the cold stone wall.
I'm missing something, a variable. He thought.
After that he went to —
Training....
Not to grow stronger, but to stay sharper.
He ran drills alone in a quiet yard, spear moving in clean, controlled arcs. No lightnings. No any sorts of mana Amplification.
Just a form control and balanced.
Gaja joined him without speaking.
They trained until their clothes soaked in sweat and it's hard to breath once.
"Feel better?" Gaja asked finally.
"No," Limbo replied.
"Same."
On the fourth day. Sambha still did not wake.
That was when the atmosphere around changed.
Servants spoke less.
Gurads rotated more frequently.
The elder appeared twice, standing Silently at the doorway before leaving without comment.
The doctors stopped giving estimates.
They stopped saying when.
That night, Limbo overhead raised voices.
Not shouting to be precise.
Tightened, and controlled tones.
"...how much longer?" Sambha's mother asked.
"We cannot force—" the elder began.
"My son is not a schedule," she cut in.
Limbo froze in the corridor.
"I trusted restarint," she continued. "I trusted patience. I trusted that waiting was wisdom."
The second queen's voice followed, calmer but strained. "And if we act too soon, we may cause harm."
"If we do nothing," Sambha's mother replied, "we are already causing it."
A pause.
A long one.
Limbo didn't hear the king's voice, nor sees anyone's faces.
That silence was louder than any arguments.
But that didn't reach to any conclusion, that remained as it is.
Next the morning of fifth day came.
Sambha's fingers moved again that morning —just slightly. His breathing shift6for a few heartbeat, then returned to its slow, even rhythm.
The doctor looked hopeful.
Then nothing else happened.
Sambha's mother sat beside him, brushing his hair back with trembling fingers.
Wiping his arms and face.
"Enough, you have rested more than you need."
"Wake up," she whispered. "Please."
No response.
Something inside the palace broke —not loudly, not dramatically.
But it broke.
Byvtge evening, the king stood at the foot of the bed. He had not done that before.
He looked at his son for a long time.
The. He turned.
"Prepare," he said.
The words carried the weight.
The elder straightened. "My lord —"
"Is it time," the king said quietly.
"Whenever the crisis is on the future, it is time to for him to get in act.
No matter what, no matter the time."
The second queen inhaled sharply, but did not argue.
Sambha's mother closed her eyes.
The relief and fear crossed her face in equal measure.
Limbo felt it immediately.
Restarint had ended.
The king's gazed shifted, just briefly, and met with Limbo's.
Not to command.
Nor for any request.
Acknowledgement.
Limbo understood, at the same time he didn't.
Whatever came next was not in the routine.
That night, the palace did not sleep.
Preparation were made without announcement. Old paths were began to clear. The seals long untouched were now being checked, then checked again.
No one spoke of where they were going.
But everyone's it was not a place visited lightly.
Sambha remained unconscious, this whole time.
The land outside the palace was quite.
Too quite.
They began to head towards with hope and eyes that wish for miracles.
And somewhere beneath stone and history,
Something waited for them, it didn't summoned them. Not it awakens —
But aware.
Something only inline and authorised above everyone.
Who might be....?
Did you have any idea.
What do you think, what will be the solution for Sambha?
what was the cause?