The corridor was silent, save for the soft echoes of Alex's footsteps as he made his way toward the secluded cultivation room.
The system space was vast, yet it always carried a certain stillness—a place of absolute control, where time itself seemed to bend to his will.
But even with that control, his mind lingered on the conversations he had just finished, each moment replaying as if burned into his thoughts.
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The first conversation had been with Zahara.
Sitting beside him, her crimson eyes studied him with quiet concern. Zahara rarely raised her voice or pressed him too hard, yet the way she looked at him spoke volumes.
"You pushed yourself too far again, didn't you?" She finally asked, brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear.
Alex exhaled, leaning back against the couch. "I had to. The beast I faced was beyond anything I expected."
