Gunther's Conviction

Lith looked at the girl who was laying flat, with her back to the ground. She was about to… sleep. Yes, sleep. It was only a shockwave from the explosion which sent her tumbling on the ground, she hadn't suffered any other injuries.

'Is she not right in the head? Misunderstanding sleep for death?'

Lith thought, sitting a few distance away from her. His head was propped up in his hand, perfectly resembling a certain a silver-haired lady who loved to stalk her children through abusing her nonsensical powers.

He continued looking at the girl, her broken spectacles lying near her, disabling her from seeing anything clearly. Ironically signifying her broken state of mind, which prevented her from seeing reality as it is. He listened to her babbling away about her life for a couple more seconds before she eventually gave in to sleep.

Finally, he approached her and poked her head, sending a small jolt of spiritual energy to wake her up.