Eldar's POV:
The room has no light except the low glow from the stasis chamber. I’m the only one here except for her, and she lies unresponsive underneath the glass. The only sign of life is her chest rising slowly for each breath. I don’t move. Just sit silent, watching her.
“How did it come to this, Celeste?”
I’m tired.
I’m unsure how long I’ve watched her. I haven’t slept for days. At least it feels like it’s been days. It’s hard to tell. I haven’t counted how many times slaves brought me food, and I left it untouched. My muscles are straining from being in the same position for too long. I can’t be bothered with stretching. It doesn’t matter, anyway.
I thought being stuck in a world void of magic for 20 years would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Clearly, I was wrong. This is
