Ram left the main control room, the building was quiet, everyone likely already trying to catch a few hours of uneasy sleep.
Once inside his room, he locked the door, he didn't bother with the light.
The faint glow from the city outside, filtering through the window, was enough.
He sat on the edge of the simple cot, the springs groaning faintly beneath his weight.
For a moment, he just sat there, letting the silence envelop him.
The events of the past few days, the truth about the mask, the constant threat of Shane and the Shadow Society, it was a lot to carry.
But there was no time for doubt. He needed clarity, a quiet space to think, to plan, and to tap into the unique resources at his disposal.
Closing his eyes, Ram focused his mind, reaching inward, calling upon the connection to his Sylvan Space.
He felt the familiar subtle shift, the slight disorientation as his consciousness, and then his physical body, began to transition.
