Fatigue, soreness, drowsiness.
Bola was probably too exhausted. The moment he collapsed onto the bed, his tense muscles relaxed, and his highly concentrated thoughts were released. Bola easily slipped into a deep sleep, lying on the bed as if he were a corpse.
Normally, Bola would enjoy a comfortable sleep and wake up a few hours later feeling reborn. Unfortunately, this time, the environment was different when Bola fell asleep. He was already in the Silent Sea, an invisible erosion constantly lingering around him, and even in sleep, he was not spared from it.
Invisible hands gently rubbed Bola's head, adding a layer of hatred to this peaceful dreamscape, burning away the beauty and leaving only a menacing gray and white.
Sweat beaded densely on his forehead, Bola's breathing growing heavy, and his limbs slightly twitching, as if he were facing some formidable foe within the dream.
