Several days had passed or almost four, to be exact since Soren lost consciousness.
Knowing how potent his healing abilities were, many expected him to wake quickly especially now that his wounds had fully healed. Yet something about his condition unsettled everyone, Alaric most of all.
Soren had not opened his eyes even once, and stranger still, he had been crying in his sleep the entire time.
It was as if he were trapped in a deep, unending dream.
His eyes remained closed, but whenever Alaric checked on him, the pillows beneath his head were damp with tears. Not knowing the reason, and driven by a mix of concern and quiet curiosity, Alaric stayed close to him and brought him to his own tent.
"Hmm, how is he? Still not waking up?" Cael asked as he entered the tent.
