The crest of the sun broke through the horizon, illuminating the land in the first light of dawn.
The birds sang songs of joy as they had been patiently awaiting this light.
The frost of night was cast away by this warmth, forming dew that dripped down elegantly from blades of grass and window sills.
But...
[Fuck... I couldn't sleep.]
... Despite this serenity, Berkah's facial expression looked rather grim, his eyes bloodshot from fatigue and a scowl as deep as the abyss distorting his brows.
His fatigue was in fact not physical, a single night without slumber would not suffice to exhaust one so mighty.
So, in truth, his fatigue was of a mental nature, as he'd spent the entire night tossing and turning, grappling with his impatience and bloodlust.
He ran multiple simulations in his mind over and over again, perfecting his plans so that his emotions would not get the better of him, and dull his vengeance.
"Haaa..."