The following days passed peacefully.
Kyrian's life had been reduced to something much simpler. Studying.
The small house he had rented, with its two simple rooms, its courtyard surrounded by stone walls, its table constantly covered with scrolls, had become his world.
There were no longer bustling streets to explore, nor markets to visit, nor unexpected encounters with mysterious men. Only the silence of the courtyard, the crackling of candles upon the table, and the occasional sound of the wind blowing through the cracks of the window.
It was a productive silence. A silence that allowed thoughts to expand, ideas to connect, and knowledge to solidify.
During the first days, Kyrian focused all of his attention on the six basic techniques he had purchased from the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Scriptures.
