The conversation had lulled into comfortable silence, both seemingly lost in their thoughts as the light from the lamps continued its gentle dance across the walls of their comfortable prison.
The bed was moderately wide— at least wide enough to freely accommodate two people sleeping upon it.
Cain found his mind drifting away...
A subtle kind of philosophical weight had been building in his consciousness ever since the battle with the {Anchor Sovereign Beast}.
Here was a young man who had spent the better part of the past year and some change partially believing himself to be something approaching capable enough, armed with arcane capabilities that could bend the very fabrics of reality to his will, only to discover that everything he'd taken for granted could vanish in an instant.
Although his realization was not entirely accurate, it was, in a way, truly humbling for him, considering how hard he had worked to acquire his current standard of magical ability.
