The door of the room remained closed for seven days.
Kyrian did not leave. He did not train with the others. He did not appear in the main hall. He simply... disappeared inside that small stone room.
The servants of the Blood Court quickly learned the new ritual. Every morning, shortly after sunrise, one of them approached the door with a tray of food. Before he could even knock, the door opened slightly. A hand took the tray. The door closed.
Not a single word was exchanged. At night, the same happened with the empty tray.
Dong Zhen was informed about this on the second day. He simply smiled and nodded.
"Leave him alone. Send more food if necessary."
The leader of the Blood Court knew that kind of focus. He had already lived through something similar in his own past.
