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... tower, arms crossed behind his head, eyes half-closed. He wasn’t trying to sleep—not really. But habit was hard to kill.
For a while, he simply listened to the faint, melodic rustle of mana in the air, like a song too old for memory. He exhaled slowly and allowed his mind to drift.
Yet sleep never came.
His body didn’t tire. His breath remained even, his pulse steady. No muscle cramped, no fatigue settled in his bones.
After nearly an hour of silence, he opened hi ...
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