Lucas exhaled sharply, trying to push aside the weight of the new revelations. The system, always eager to torment him, had just casually dropped a massive lore dump about the world he was stranded in.
But right now, he was too exhausted to care.
The night stretched on, eerily silent save for the rustling of leaves. His body ached, his mind still foggy from the lack of proper rest. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the tree trunk, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.
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The faint glow of dawn slowly crept through the gaps in the foliage. The sky had turned from an inky black to soft hues of violet and orange.
Lucas stirred, his neck stiff from the awkward position he had dozed off in. Blinking away the sleep, he turned to the small hole where Lena had curled up.
"Lena," he called, his voice low but firm.
A groggy groan answered him.
"Five more minutes…" Lena mumbled, burying her face deeper into her arms.