The day was unusual, to say the least. The pouring rain showed no signs of stopping, and the water was beginning to flood the forest floor in slow, steady waves. Sylvaris remained exactly where he had been left—slumped beneath a tree, half-submerged in rising cold water, staring blankly ahead as if the world had gone silent. His body was motionless, his breathing shallow, and if he stayed there any longer, the current would swallow him whole. Drowning by laziness—now that would be a fitting end.
"Ahhh... shit... what a pain in the ass this is..." he muttered, voice hoarse and dry, barely louder than the rain around him. "Can't even rest for a few days without this place trying to drown me... really now." He sighed, rubbing the water from his eyes with the back of his hand. "Well, shit... off we go then."
