Beneath the shrouded canopy of trees in the stillness of the night, Asher lay motionless, fast asleep atop a thick branch, as though the weight of the world held no claim over him. His breathing was soft and steady, the gentle rise and fall of his chest barely noticeable in the moonlit gloom.
If word ever spread of what Asher Wargrave, the Tenth Sun, was doing at that very moment, few would believe it. During the True Awakening, a brutal ordeal where every Wargrave was fated to lose at least a limb, he had chosen to sleep, despite bearing what was widely known as the most harrowing trial.
And at that very moment, the Wargraves who watched from afar could scarcely believe their eyes. None among them had ever dared attempt such a thing during their own trials, sleeping during the True Awakening was unthinkable.
Quite simply, not a single one of them would have.
