A voice echoed through the walls of Daylan's cell, jolting him from his slumber. He immediately sat upright to find Captain Rhea seated before the cell gate.
"I was expecting you to get in a few workouts today, but I guess I expected too much from you."
"Why does it matter? No matter what I do, it's not like I'm ever getting out. I just wanted to rest for once," Daylan replied, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The moment Daylan teleported back from Spine Street the night before, he made it just in time—right before the guard came to check on him, just as he'd suspected.
He pretended to sleep, but sleep claimed him entirely, and he ended up sleeping through the whole night into the afternoon.
What sparked his outrage wasn't enough to justify the intensity of it. It was as if something had fueled it—something deeper, amplifying his fury tenfold.
Though it made Dark Spiral stronger than ever, even the few minutes he used it took a heavy toll, leaving him completely drained.
