Liam slept for a long time, depleted in mind, spirit, and body. That was his first rest after the sudden departure, the storm of emotions it brought, and the exhausting, revolutionary concoction.
It was unclear how long it took Liam to awaken. A whole day might have passed for all he knew, and vague traces of tiredness survived nonetheless, albeit not in any tangible shape.
Liam sat up and felt the heaviness in his mind and heart. His foundation was full and quivering, and abundant Qi circulated through his body, filling it to the brim, pushing from within as if trying to make it explode, but some tiredness lingered.
The old Liam would have failed to understand where that tiredness came from, but he knew its source now. His very soul was weary, scarred by the loss of his second home and everything that it entailed.
