Days passed in silence…
Levi sat alone at his dorm room window, legs dangling over the back garden. He was feeding his seed under the natural sunlight while simultaneously using it as a healing meditation.
However, once in a while, his hands trembled as though still feeling the weight of every life he'd ended.
He hadn't slept more than an hour at a time, nightmares dragging him back to the Pit… Thornlily's hollow eyes, Stonebite's shattered ribs, Ssek-Varr's agonizing howls, and every wail of bone and tar. Even his echolocation betrayed him, picking up phantom sobs in the wind.
At first, he tried to bury the guilt beneath training: endless exercises and sparring fights with upper-year trainees… But sweat and muscle ache couldn't drown the hollow ache in his gut.
He found himself living in the past, even when he hadn't signed in the dimensional network even once after the game.
