While Alder started to have a slight hope that Caliste might have died in battle, he was currently sleeping peacefully against the thighs of his big sister.
He had been sleeping for a whole day. It seemed that using the Heavenly Demonic Thrust had taken a toll on his body. It was a technique from Caliste's past life and one that he had perfected at his pinnacle. It was only normal for him to struggle against it at the moment.
So much time had passed since he had fallen asleep that Aleia was starting to worry about him.
After all, his pulse was not getting stronger; it was slowing down over time, which wasn't a very good sign regarding this whole situation.
'Should I go see Mother?' she thought with a slight frown. 'She might know how to fix this.'
Aleia was still in shock from watching her little brother pull off such an attack from absolutely nowhere.
