5:30 AM, seated inside a metro train, Jyorta occupied the window seat, watching the darkness outside in silence, feeling his eyes droop. He hadn't had a proper sleep schedule due to the unsystematic process incorporated while trying to save Heima within the time limit.
His body felt tired, having to experience a breakthrough right after saving Heima from a tough situation. After that, he had to train to control his aura emission and make new subsouls, pushing him beyond exhaustion. He didn't feel like thinking or moving his body, willing to embrace slumber and hibernate for a good duration.
"So, a drop in 8 percent," Heima murmured, gaining his attention.
Jyorta turned to his left, glancing at his sister, "Is that a good or bad performance?"
