Sylas fell into a deep sleep. He wasn't sure how long he was out, but he was hit with wave upon wave of fatigue before the river of dreams was able to take him away.
He dreamt of runes fluttering in the skies like butterflies, coming together to form the most miraculous living creatures, and even soaring above to form the stars themselves.
He woke up many times during this sleep, but every time it was for no more than a few seconds before he collapsed again, unable to withstand the backlash of his own fatigue.
By the time he woke up, the sun was high in the skies, peeking through the wooden boards of his cabin.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, happy to find that his injuries seemed to have been healed. However, when he checked the system for the date and time, he was taken aback.
He was out for three days?
Shock ran through his heart and he immediately looked toward the Madness Key.
