Chapter Fifty-Five: Raylight Nation (1)
Time passed in a terrible, excruciatingly slow manner. The carriage shook from time to time - signs of its rolling over hard, mid-sized rock.
The pleasant air within the chariot was soothing, yet unnervingly addictive. Dusken couldn't get enough of its mind-calming effect.
It was a cold touch to his skin - like one of those Air conditioners in his previous life. He let out a soft, low sigh, the discordant sounds of the carriages' wheels grating in his ears like a poorly played drumbeat.
The exhaustion he felt had diminished a lot since he had taken several naps already. The journey was indeed a long, tiring one, and although he didn't want to fall asleep, his mortal limitations overcame the immense, dominating will to resist.
