Time passed slowly and by now, three full days had gone by.
Alex still stood silently in the middle of the Archive, studying one piece of text after another in an endless frenzy.
Despite his disposition as a Higher life form, the constant use of his concentration and energy took a toll on him, as his eyes glowed faintly with strain.
But his expression still remained focused.
Even now, after three days without rest, he moved like a machine made for one purpose: to find answers.
Reluun, sitting cross-legged atop a precarious stack of scrolls nearby, tossed a crumpled piece of dried fruit into his mouth with a crunch. "You know, most people would've collapsed by now. Or gone mad. Or both."
Alex didn't respond.
He'd long since stopped engaging in idle chatter. Every ounce of his concentration was lazer focused on absorbing information, filtering, cross referencing, discarding, and compiling.
