'He' who is calling for her

Time flies without anyone noticing, and just like it was already four days since Misty fell unconscious. Ver woke up after a three hour long sleep and then began looking again for Misty's figure.

She was still lying in the bed, unconscious, her breathing that was steady, slow, and almost barely noticeable told him that she was still alive, and perhaps, fighting, no matter what kind of fight she was currently facing.

"What time is it?" His head felt very fuzzy.

He lacked sleep, badly. For more than three days he didn't even dare wink in fear that the woman in the bed would show movement. He was afraid to miss that.

In other words, the three hours he had just now was the only sleep he had ever since they returned from C Empire.

Not even Eithan could hold a candle to his perseverance since that man at least managed to get an hour or two every day in his week-long stay at Country Y.

"Sir Drilon. It's 5:17 am in the morning."

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