Lyerin lay motionless, with his body limp and his eyes unfocused.
The Eldren Mana within him surged, allowing him to control his body's reactions. His breathing slowed to a barely perceptible level, and his heartbeat mimicked the erratic, slowing rhythm of a dying man.
Blood trickled from the wound, but Lyerin managed to stem the flow, manipulating the Eldren Mana to control the bleeding just enough to appear dead.
His chest stilled, and his eyes were glazed over.
He was the picture of death, yet fully aware of every sound, every movement around him.
Above him, the camera still hovered, its lens trained on his lifeless form.
Lyerin's senses were hyper-attuned to the buzzing sound it emitted, his awareness reaching out to ensure his deception was flawless.
The Eldren Mana surged within him, weaving a delicate balance between the appearance of death and the need to remain ready for action.
