Grey knew this and decisively drew the wandering fragment back into his sea of consciousness, allowing it to sink into the depths where it belonged.
The four days were almost over.
He did not waste a single breath of the remaining time. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the cold ground and focused entirely on recovery. The injuries he had suffered were not merely physical; some wounds ran deeper, hidden within his meridians and spirit pathways. With steady breaths, he guided spirit power through his body, repairing torn channels and stabilizing the violent fluctuations left behind from his breakthrough.
Time passed quietly.
Another day slipped by.
The bodies frozen within the snow meadow began to change. Thin cracks spread across the ice encasing them, and frost slowly melted away under an unseen force. Yet the corpses themselves did not reappear. They did not rot. They did not collapse.
They simply dissolved.
