By the interim weighing ritual slated for the midday repast that diurnal cycle, half of the sacks Baybars had hauled were filled thanks to the Energy Crystals amassed at the base of the wall, and the peculiar reality was that sufficient crystals remained waiting to be gathered to fill an identical tally of sacks.
"You go, I'm staying!"
Mel did not step outside to catch his breath during the hour of the midday repast. Sam harbored the desire to inquire once more, lacking certainty regarding whether he fared well, yet upon being subjugated by those blood-red eyes, he possessed zero recourse save to execute the mandate.
Upon their return, they beheld Mel's crimson vest drenched in fresh blood; despite lying comatose, he persisted in coughing. Though they harbored a sincere desire to render succor, they lacked the sheer might to enforce it; unless he willed it, even should he perish, they could not dare lay a hand upon his vessel.
