Getting Into It

Northern's eyes flew open, his body chilled by the cruel morning cold.

Remarkably, he had managed to sleep through the night in the lake, remaining in a single position without shifting.

The Northern from before entering the rift was not that kind of sleeper.

He thrashed and crashed his surroundings while snoring as loudly as he could.

But in that hellish realm, the prison of Red Mine allowed him little to no time to sleep.

Even when he did sleep, he had to remain alert for his death angel's arrival.

It was like those damned monsters didn't expect them to rest!

Even after leaving the shackles of the prison mine and gaining a room of his own, he couldn't sleep wholeheartedly.

He practically slept with one eye open, and there came a time when he had no memory of sleeping at all.

Then in the cave, he had to sleep with a monster that had almost killed him before.