Next Day, around 10 AM.
Lucian's eyelids trembled faintly.
His lips twisted uncomfortably, reflecting the lingering fatigue and the dull yet sharp ache that seemed to have seeped throughout his entire body.
Gradually, his eyes began to open, only to wince as the sharp beam of sunlight—pouring in through the window beside him—entered his vision.
His brows furrowed.
His eyes narrowed instinctively, shrinking into thin slits as they slowly began to adjust to the sudden, almost painful brightness, forcing him to blink repeatedly.
He shifted slightly, and just as he did,
"Ugh…"
A small, rough groan escaped his lips, and he felt every muscle in his body protest in pain. A deep, lingering soreness spread through his limbs, as if every muscle had been torn apart.
His shoulders felt heavy, his back stiff, and even the slight movement of his fingers sent ripples of discomfort along his nerves.
