After preparing the food for her, Silas carefully stored it inside his temporal storage, sealing it away so it would remain warm and untouched by time.
The faint aroma of spices lingered briefly in the air before vanishing along with the container.
He then returned to his duties, sorting through various military matters that demanded his attention.
Reports, patrol adjustments, resource allocations, he handled each one with mechanical precision.
Yet when the work was finished, he found himself searching for other tasks, anything to keep himself occupied.
But his mind refused to stay still.
It kept drifting back to the superior being.
The more he thought about that encounter, the heavier the pressure inside his chest became.
'I am still too weak.'
That realization gnawed at him relentlessly.
