Chapter 149 - Entering the spatial tear.

Lucas had not intended for his rest to stretch on for so long, but when his eyes finally fluttered open after what felt like a single blink, the room was dark, the candles long since melted to stubs, and his body heavy as though it had been pinned beneath stone. He lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, realizing with no small measure of dismay that he had slept for more than a day and a half. His first instinct was to curse himself for such recklessness, but as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes, the truth of it settled upon him. His body had been too far gone with fatigue, his mind stretched thin by study, practice, and endless calculations. It was not laziness that had pinned him in slumber but sheer exhaustion, and in a way, he was grateful that no servant nor attendant had come to rouse him. Had they disturbed him, he might have dragged himself back to work in half measure, and that would have been worse than this long, dreamless rest.