Black was restless and worried. He didn't understand what was happening. Since the day she briefly opened her eyes, Light hadn't woken up at all. He had counted and the sun had risen one hundred and thirty-seven times since that day. He had no explanation for the young witch's condition.
The man had analyzed her body with his magic and done all the experiments possible to find an answer to this sleep which, obviously, had a magic nature. Unfortunately, Black didn't find any reason that could explain why the witch couldn't wake up.
The wizard was even more than sure that this sleep wasn't natural because the young woman's body hadn't withered away. Light's skin had even regained a slight glow, a sign of good health. The bruises had paled then disappeared on her skin. However, she now had hundreds of scars all over her body that would always remind her of what had happened that day.
