"Your bone didn't break! Good, good… that means you're ready for the first layer!"
Those were the last words Zephyrion heard before darkness flooded his vision.
…
In the outside world, Kastor and Garrick stared at the still Zephyrion, deep frowns on both their faces.
"He's been like that for a while… he's okay, right?"
Kastor didn't respond, but the concern in his eyes was plain.
As another moment passed without Zephyrion moving, Garrick turned to Kastor.
"Hey, go touch him."
Kastor blinked, then looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"…why?"
"We need to know if he's alright, don't we? We can't sense anything from here. If you touch him, we might figure out what's going on."
Kastor's brows furrowed. Zephyrion was supposed to have the privacy to choose whatever weapon or rune art he wanted from the treasury. Meaning, neither of them was meant to be here.
