As the sky turned to a soft shade of yellow, Lucian slowly walked down the street bustling with crowds.
Even though his eyes switched back and forth from the dazzling lights all around the shops, his mind seemed focused on something completely else.
'Five days have passed since the breakthrough, yet my mind just can't stop being worried.' His gaze drifted low, hands curling tight into a fist.
For the past 5 days, Lucian had been lying on his bed all the time. Even though he wanted to move, he couldn't.
Mira had especially warned him not to move a single inch, or she wouldn't hesitate to strap him tightly to the mattress.
It sounded like an empty threat, but Lucian knew that in his current state, he wouldn't even be able to tear through the small threads of a fabric.
While the system did warn him of the penalty inflicted upon him for failing the breakthrough, it didn't consider the delayed repercussions his body was yet to bear.
