He believed that the system would be able to help him absorb the overflowing stream of energy as it had done so in the past.
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Zach stirred from a fitful sleep; his eyelids heavy as if laden with lead. Blinking repeatedly, he struggled against the morning haze that enveloped his vision. Fatigue lingered, a heavy weight upon his senses.
Rubbing his eyes only offered a fleeting respite from the drowsiness, failing to dispel the grogginess that clung to him like a persistent mist.
The remnants of sleep seemed determined to persist, refusing to yield to the clarity he sought, leaving him in a state of bleary-eyed weariness.
Zach was lying on his side and right in front of him, conjoined with his body lay Diana who was still connected to him. His previous attempt to separate from her had been stopped by her which had resulted in their current condition.
