"Nnnnnnooooo," I shivered inwardly the moment my eye landed on him.
"Please be there... please be there... please be there."
I climbed onto the bed, sat beside him, and placed my head over his chest.
Lub... dub...
Lub... dub...
Lub... dub...
Very faint, but it was there—the sound of his heartbeat.
With my fingers gripping my forehead, I finally breathed for the first time since entering the room.
"What has happened to him? Even sitting beside him, I can't sense his Soulforce," I asked, my voice low but firm.
"He has exhausted every last bit of his Soulforce," Vyaghra said, standing at the room's entrance. "Due to the lack of Soulforce in the surroundings here, his body couldn't recover the Soulforce. He has been unconscious for the past thirty-eight days."
"Thirty-eight?" I murmured. "He has been on the brink of death for so many days, yet you two didn't find it necessary to inform me?"
