Chapter 18 - Recovery
Two days had passed...
Lucien lay motionless in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was lost in heavy thoughts.
He had been bedridden for two full days now.
The night after that fierce battle, he managed to speak briefly with Kael. But then, like a puppet with its strings suddenly severed, Lucien collapsed.... completely unconscious.
When he woke the next morning, he couldn’t move. His body refused to respond.
His mind was foggy.
His muscles uncooperative.
Everything inside him felt like a chaotic mess.
It was as if his entire body had turned to jelly. Every attempt to move made his limbs tremble as though they might fall off if he forced them. His arms and legs felt detached and foreign. It’s like they weren’t his anymore.
He felt like a slime again.
But not the empowered version he had become. No. He felt like the weakest and most pitiful kind of slime. The kind that would perish with a single breeze.