nagpurpolice Chapter 33: Overlook
Chapter 33: Overlook
Chapter 33 - OverlookAs the hours slipped toward evening, Daylan and the others set off to
But something felt off. He was only a few steps away from the alley the keeper had mentioned when suddenly, his knees buckled. Exhaustion hit him like a crushing weight, as if he'd been carrying a mountain.
Before he could process it, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
He couldn't move, couldn't even think. The orb on his chest seemed to drain every ounce of his energy, feeding on both his life force and the dark energy within him.
Medora and Astara had no idea how much overusing the teleportation would affect Daylan. Though Astara had only used it once during her mission, Medora had used it six times—mostly to avoid walking to certain places. Now, the orb had reached its limit, leaving it with no choice but to drain Daylan to survive.
Daylan had no idea his current state was the result of overusing the orb.
He lay on the ground, oblivious to the passing bystanders who glanced at him with confusion and concern. All he could hear was the slow, erratic beat of his heart as his vision blurred. He forced his eyes open slightly and saw Enzo and a few guards approaching, but he dismissed it as nothing more than an illusion.
Before he could fully register what was happening, he felt himself floating. He tried to open his eyes again, but unconsciousness took him.
Night soon overtook the day. Astara and Medora attempted to teleport home, but no matter how many times they tried, the magic failed. Growing anxious, they abandoned the effort and hurried home.
They waited for hours, but there was still no sign of Daylan. The teleportation still wasn't working, and they couldn't even summon their masks.
Worry gnawed at them as theories formed—maybe Daylan had been killed by powerful Phantoms he had underestimated. But there was no way to know for sure. In the end, they decided to head to the western side the next day to search for him.
Neither of them got any sleep that night. They had no idea it was the overuse of the orb causing everything. All they knew was the gnawing fear that Daylan might be dead—and that fear kept sleep far from them.
Medora sat curled up on the sofa, facing the door, hugging her knees as she trembled in silence. Astara, on the other hand, tried to bury herself in books in the library, hoping to distract her mind—but every so often, she found herself wandering out to check the door, hoping he had returned.
Night gave way to day, yet there was still no sign of Daylan. As soon as the first light of dawn broke the sky, they rushed into their suits and headed out into the streets.