Morning bled through the Sanctum's high windows in the color of watered steel, grey and reluctant. Eloy woke on a stone bench in the entrance hall. His wrapped hand throbbed, and before he could even sit up, his HUD was already scrolling.
[ REST — 6 HOURS — INCOMPLETE ]
[ CALDERA'S EDGE — REPAIR COMPLETE — 100% ]
[ PHYSICAL STATUS — MODERATE DAMAGE — LEFT HAND 62% — RIGHT ANKLE 71% ]
[ RECOMMENDATION — EXTENDED REST — 12 HOURS MINIMUM ]]
He pushed himself upright. The glyph under his collarbone was warm, but not the sharp spike of resonance. Just warmth. The way a laptop feels after you've been streaming for an hour.
[ NETWORK SYNC — 9% — ACTIVE BROADCASTER ]
[ VOID PROTOCOL — 67 HOURS REMAINING ]
Sixty-seven hours. Three days, give or take. The timer had started the moment Orin suspended the duel. It hadn't stopped since.
Eloy rubbed his eyes. "Morning," he muttered.
[ghostrunner_x]: good morning speedrunner. void protocol still counting down. no pressure.
