Brok found himself in his book's chamber, his muscular body in constant tension, ready for action. His rabbit hopped nervously around him, mirroring his anticipation.
Suddenly, he felt a tug in his stomach, a signal his well-trained body immediately recognized: it was time to eat.
"The time limit," he muttered, remembering Elio's instructions. "It must be about to expire." His heart raced, knowing what was coming next.
Without wasting a second, Brok began to prepare to exit the book.
Preparing, in this case, meant eating.
He savored each bite, aware that this might be his last moment of relative safety for a while.
Having finished feeding, with precise movements, he checked his equipment and, more importantly, his remaining provisions.
