Day 20: Lyrkon’s Journal

My legs feel like wet stones today. I sat in the rain for hours, pretending the storm was just the wind playing tricks on me. Zhraa was quiet when I talked to him—his eyes were too still, like he was looking through me. I wondered if he was scared too, or if he was just tired of the same old questions. The river stones near the Obsidian Vein glowed faintly in the dark, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said: ‘The water’s been restless since the storm.’ I tried to ignore it, but my stomach growled like a trapped animal. Sleep feels far away now.