Just then, a soft voice reached his ears, cutting through his thoughts.
"Are you okay?" Princess Lenavira's concerned tone pulled him back to the present. Max turned his head, spotting her standing a short distance away, her long golden-blonde hair swaying slightly as the gentle forest breeze filtered through the hall. Her expression was calm but clearly filled with worry.
"I'm fine," Max replied with composure, then asked, "How many days was I in that state?"
"A week," Lenavira answered softly, still watching him with curiosity. She could tell something had changed—something beyond the obvious. Before, Max had been a mystery, a calm boy whose presence was like a ripple in a quiet pond.
But now... there was something deeper. She couldn't put her finger on it, but the aura he now gave off felt vast, ancient, and a little frightening.
