Meanwhile, back in Silver Blade City, just outside the villa surrounded by rose hedges and illusion glyphs that shimmered faintly under the stars, Nolan was… sleeping.
Deeply.
The kind of sleep only a man who had run out of both stress and sanity could fall into.
He lay there on a stone bench just beside the front porch, arms crossed over his chest like a grumpy statue who had given up on caring, one foot twitching every so often. His cloak had slipped halfway off his shoulder, and his head leaned back at a crooked angle.
Then came the snoring.
It was loud. Unfiltered. Rolling out of his throat in deep, vibrating growls that seemed to shake the nearby potted plants.
"—nghhh… yes… yes, that's right, fireball in the left socket," Nolan mumbled in his sleep, shifting slightly. "Stupid system can't tell left from right anyway… heh…"
He twitched. Then snored louder.
"...Mmmh… who the hell names a spell 'Heaven-Splitting Dragon Claw Punch'? Overcompensating much..."
