Lamech's voice—the chief of the White Lotus—kept ringing in Asher's ears for exactly 86,400 seconds.
Now, he sat on the blackened soil, his head hung low, his arms resting on his knees while his hands dangled limply.
His posture was one of defeat.
Meanwhile, Alex paced about the wooden cell, watching the spirit beasts go about their business.
Almost all of them were able to speak, but that was hardly shocking—he had watched it for an entire day.
"Time is running out."
Asher said, finally breaking the silence.
Eder, who also sat in the cell along with the other knights, turned to him.
"I guess that means you have a day less to live." Jed spat with a faint smile.
Alex shot him a glare so sharp that it seemed like the situation would explode into a fight in the next instant.
