The first day back, almost nobody got out of bed.
The pocket world let them have it. Four hundred sentient souls and thirteen exhausted X-rankers, and for one full day the kingdom simply ran itself on the strength of everyone who hadn't spent a day and a night defending a tower against ninety-nine other kingdoms.
Ainen slept fourteen hours straight, woke up, ate an entire meal without cooking a single part of it himself, and went back to sleep for six more.
"I don't think I've seen him this quiet since we met him," Silvester said, watching from a respectful distance.
"Let him be," Big D said. "Man earned it."
The second day, people started moving again.
