The days that followed moved slowly, measured not by time but by breath. In the hall of the bunglow, They all sat on together except Ren.
"Ren was in semiconscious state. His consciousness was for some moments. Then he sleep again. Again for a long term. For a moment when his body repair his entire wounds and energy." Said by one doctor.
"Okay, then what we should have to?" Ren's father asked.
"Take care of him. He will wake up again. But his recovery takes long time because calamity affected him." Doctor replied.
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Ren did not wake immediately. His body lay still within the quiet chamber of Ervin's bungalow, surrounded by soft mana wards that pulsed like a second heartbeat. Outside the tall windows, the gardens shifted with the seasons, leaves falling, regrowing, then falling again as weeks passed. Inside, healers came and went, speaking in hushed tones, adjusting sigils, watching for signs only they understood.
Nyxa rarely left his side.
