Ten days had passed since the chaos with Zoro, but the aftermath lingered like a shadow. Ryder had taken charge, instituting a grueling training regimen. Everyone was required to train—abilities or not. Those with powers refined them with relentless drills, while those without were pushed to their limits, their dormant potential being forced to the surface. Ryder's approach was clear: they had to be ready for anything.
Madison and Alice had made it a ritual to visit Nate daily. Their concern never waned, and despite his motionless state, they continued to hope. Bella, to their surprise, had started joining them too. She rarely spoke during these visits but seemed drawn to the room nonetheless.
Today was like the days before. The three of them sat quietly around Nate's bed. His face was pale but calm, and the faint rise and fall of his chest was the only sign of life. It was a fragile hope, but one they clung to.