Damon decided to stand up—but after being dead for a month, his legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed with a thud onto the wooden floor.
The sound startled the others, prompting a chorus of concerned gasps as they rushed to his side, trying to force him back into bed despite his protests.
In the end, Damon was issued a firm command: rest and resuscitation for two days, no exceptions.
Evangeline was not taking no for an answer.
With his entire party being unreasonably pushy, he had little choice. For whatever reason, the place had been under constant siege by low-level monsters. They were stretched thin—defending the perimeter while also scavenging for resources.
Well, their last academy-issued supply bag was in Damon's shadow storage, after all.
As the thought crossed his mind, his gaze drifted to the familiar bracelet on his wrist. It had been silent for a month… With his vitals flatlining for that long, had the academy assumed he was dead?
