The night had passed quickly. Dylan hadn't slept. It was his turn to keep watch, but more than that, he was reluctant to willingly surrender to sleep—those ever more violent nightmares that haunted him whenever he closed his eyes.
In fact, Dylan had never thought he'd one day fear the embrace of sleep. As a soldier, sleep had always been a sanctuary. Their only restorative moment. A place where, if only for an instant, they could escape. Far from war. Far from a ruined world.
But now… he was in another world. Far from war. Far from air saturated with radiation.
And yet, it was here that he found himself fleeing his dreams.
Ironic, isn't it?
As an Awakened, Dylan could go several days without sleep. But if he abused this ability too much, his body would eventually draw from his own essence to compensate for the missing energy. He would end up collapsing.
He could afford this sleepless night. Just one. Without even feeling tired.
And that proved one thing.
