Daylan breathed heavily through his mouth, unable to move an inch. Worse still, he could feel his ribs cracking—one after another.
Your presence really lives up to the rumors—he thought, struggling even to grit his teeth.
When he was told about the final training—enduring Blind's full presence until he could live freely with it without relying on Dark Spiral—he thought it was just a matter of time. The stickers placed throughout the house prevented Blind's aura from affecting anything or anyone else. Only Daylan was exposed, carrying the full burden.
Even so, he believed it was just about enduring long enough. If he pushed through, he'd get used to it—just like she and Medora had grown used to each other.
But oh, he was wrong. Just surviving the days before he could even begin to adapt was a struggle. Now, he had no choice but to carry the weight—and find a way to live with it.
