Gorvax did not sleep that night.
He sat in the observation chamber, motionless, his abyss-black eyes fixed on nothing in particular. Owen tried to speak with him around midnight and was met with silence so complete it felt like the Sower was not actually present, despite being physically in the room.
By dawn, Gorvax had not moved.
Owen left him undisturbed. Whatever was happening in the ancient being's mind, it was important enough to demand full attention.
Around midday, Gorvax finally stood.
He walked directly to Owen's chamber without preamble and requested a private conversation. Owen agreed immediately, leaving Yuki with Lord and following the Sower to one of the Palace's quietest rooms—a library that had been sealed off during the early construction of Drak'thar and had remained largely untouched since.
Gorvax settled into a chair and gestured for Owen to do the same.
"I remember," Gorvax said simply.
"Remember what," Owen asked.
