Nothing happened throughout the night. Silence had seeped into every corner of the room.
The two moons hanging in the sky had long set, replaced by the first lights of morning. Rising from the east, sunlight filtered through the broken window with a pale glow.
Asogi glanced sideways at his father. Ravien was still asleep. He remained motionless, lying completely still.
A few hours had passed when Ravien's eyelids slightly parted. He slowly sat up and, with a few short movements, gathered himself. He rolled his shoulders, turned his neck, then stood up from the bed.
While the cool, fresh air of morning drifted in through the broken window, it began to disperse the heavy stench accumulated during the night.
Ravien adjusted his clothes and scanned the room. Looking at his two sons, he spoke:
"You're awake, aren't you?"
Asogi immediately lifted his head. His voice was lively and eager:
"Yes, Father, I'm awake."
Juuhra, still lying on his back with eyes closed, muttered lazily:
